Today's to-do list had twelve items on it.
One of which is writing a blog post.
I've checked off four items, but added six new ones.
Today and tomorrow, we get paid. Once I pay bills, we have maybe $100 to last until the next payday.*
My bursitis seems to be alleviated, but I still have no idea what caused it.
Joe turns 44 on Wednesday. That is an age that once would've seemed very old to me. When I look at him, he seems very nearly the same Joe I met in 1989.
I miss being onstage. Like a sickness.
My brain is rushing ahead to the future (planning for Thanksgiving, Christmas, next summer), rather than focusing on the present. This leaves me feeling both rushed to complete all the tasks (though many have deadlines weeks or more away), as well as feeling like life is passing me by (though it's my own fault my focus is so misplaced).
If anyone wants to give me some mums for my front porch, I'd be most appreciative.
Next up on the house projects: spackling, sanding and painting the finished basement.
*I really need to plan ahead better for my four missed paychecks in the summer. Otherwise, September and October are just always a fiscal nightmare.