Now, I’ve seen this and heard this before, but it seems to be coming true for me more often than not. I first heard it through a paragraph written by a woman who didn’t understand why her flowers hadn’t been watered at the end of the day–when it was the first thing she had set out to do.
I think that it’s not just me, but that it’s true for all of us these days. I don’t grow flowers, so, thankfully, at least, I don’t have to worry about killing them. I do own pets, but, luckily, if you don’t feed them, they set up a howl or jump on your lap, or do something else equally noticeable. But here is the thing–I often find out at night that I didn’t complete the main project I’d had in mind to be finished by the end of the day.
Today is no exception. Of course, I have an excuse for myself. I have just returned from the Romantic Times convention which is a tremendous amount of fun, but also, a lot of work and late nights. So, as my mom would say, I’m discombobulated. I’m not sure it’s a word, but it’s nicely descriptive. I made it home last night–it was Orlando, so we drove–and crashed. Completely. I had all kinds of projects lined up for today, the simplest being to kind of get the house back into a semblance or order. Or at the disorder that I find manageable. My first thought was that I had forgotten to turn on the back air-conditioner. I was going to do that. Then I thought I needed coffee and forgot the air-conditioner and walked to the kitchen. I didn’t make it to the kitchen. The computer was in the way. I stopped to check email. I was about to answer an email when I realized I really needed the coffee. I started the pot and was distracted by the fact that my face cleanser and tooth paste were in my bag. I went for the toothpaste and toothbrush–my teeth really irritate me in the morning and I actually managed to brush my teeth. I almost took a shower while I was in there, remembered the coffee and went back. Tripped over the luggage. Ah, I really should hang up the one jacket. Remembered the coffee, but the computer was in the way again. I answered one email, remembered I was supposed to blog, get to the accountants, and fix a mistake on a dedication. I managed a few things at the computer, and headed in for coffee. Ah, but I hadn’t turned on the air-conditioner. I walked toward the back, but the TV in my room was on, and go figure, it happened to be a repeat of one of the few episodes of Law and Order, Criminal Intent that I hadn’t seen yet. I stopped and stood there, then sat on the bed. The episode ended. I wanted to see another, but . . . I did manage to get up. I came back to the computer, where luckily I found a reminder from Deb to blog. Okay, right after the accountant. No . . . right after a shower. No . . .
Okay, well, I honestly think that we all do this, although I do have amazing friends with wonderfully organized minds. I so envy them.
Anyway, the phone distracted me in the middle of this. I answered it, talked to my son. Forgot what I was doing, and took a shower. Came back to the kitchen remembering that the coffee pot was still on. Saw the half-finished blog.
In a towel. Surely, I will remember to get dressed before heading for the accountants.
Man, it’s kind of hot in here.
Oh, the air-conditioner.