How I wish for a boring day. It would be nice to be able to pile up on the couch with a book and a nest of dogs and just zone out for the day.
I finally got past the newsletter project and it was very well received. Seeing everyone at the reunion was great. A brief break on Sunday, between loads of laundry and cleaning up after some dog that has a serious gastric disturbance, and then it was dive into the usual May havoc at the office. This year is bad because we are also still in the infancy of the new computer system and the pressure of production has caused some weak spots to make their presence felt. We are 8 days into the month and already running seriously behind. Not so behind that we can't make it - just behind enough to be very frustrated.
The cats are in rampage mode. I caved in and bought another Siamese Beta and thought I had him in a safe place, but the cats proved me wrong. He now resides in the guest room behind a closed door. Xana had a sinking spell for several days and worried me that we were facing the end with her. She has rallied somewhat, but is a shadow of her former self. My car needs an oil change and a 60K maintenance, the lawn needs mowing, and the wind storm last week toppled an oak tree that needs to be cut up and hauled off. There are at least a half-dozen home maintenance chores that need to be taken care of, we are scraping the back of the pantry shelves because I haven't had a chance to go grocery shopping, and I still haven't managed to get that #*%*(&@ insurance policy canceled.
What happened to those long summers when I was a kid and spent days on end reading, practicing the piano and day dreaming? I would kill for a summer like that again, with nothing to do but indulge my whims. Who knew becoming a responsible adult would turn out to be such a drag?
First things first. I'm focusing on the May rush and then I may just decide to take a week off in June and be a slacker. Something tells me there are three little dogs who would love the concept.