21 january 2011
On the calendar for this weekend was a long overdue playdate with Tara who was going to come down yesterday afternoon through tonight. She called about 3pm to see how the roads were (it had been snowing steadily since morning).
Tara: You sound tired.
Me: Probably because I am in bed. I generally sound more sleepy when I am lying down.
Tara: It’s the middle of the afternoon.
Me: I know– I’ve been getting ready for your visit– the living room was a tornado of office-gone-wild and then I had laundry to run. I thought it might be good if I went prostrate for a bit, but it seems I need one of those clappers to call for help.
Tara: Let’s reschedule.
Me: Sounds like a good idzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
When I woke up it was 7:30pm. Early evening on a Saturday night, but I swear I had to stare at the clock for like 10 minutes to figure out where I was, what day it was and if it was morning or night.
The hard crash. This morning it took me more than an hour to get the energy to shovel off the car and get the dogs out for a big walk. I wish I were someone who could just bounce from big project to big project– but that is so not me. And, this post– I believe is the most repeated thing I write here, yes? Do you ever notice that bloggers have like one central story and all of their posts loop back to that one defining thing? I notice it, anyway– and no doubt my annoying repetition is: omg ama so tahrrrrrred.*
But! I come bearing links— so if you are hankering for some better places to travel on the internet– voila:
3. the joy of quiet (I have linked to this before, haven’t I? if yes, sorry for the repeat)
4. beware the saboteur (thx, Dave)
5. top 5 regrets (per one nurse)
6. wicked cool: foreclosure quilts
*yes, of course I have called in the calvary—> Lolo arrives tonight. Order and energy will soon be restored to the kingdom.