Monday was a holiday, so it seemed like Sunday. It wouldn’t have seemed like a Sunday since school was in session, but illness kept people home and Der Bingle’s schedule is based on the Federal Calendar. Anyway, I am starting my week one day late in my mind. Not that I have any crucial five-day-project commencing. In fact, I am suffering what I believe is Procrastination Catatonia; I can’t get started doing the simplest task. I work sudokus and read . . . and walk into the kitchen. I have this habit of using three little dots (visual aid: . . . ) to indicate when I am pausing to think or stare into space. Technically, the dots are ellipses or dramatic pauses and I don’t use them as they are defined; they are supposed to represent left out words or a sense of, shall we say, drama. I use them to represent nothingness – literally.
But enough of that – except to say right now I am in a constant dot period. (no pun intended)
I am a huge procrastinator, especially when I have a chore to do that I don’t like doing. Right now it’s dusting. I haven’t dusted my tiny abode since I took down Christmas. The dust is out of hand, I have friends coming tomorrow, we have a huge dog, I need to dust (and vacuum and clean the bathroom and all sorts of things). But… I am playing Words With Friends with myself. I’m going to get up now and dust, right after I figure out how to use my “Q” for triple points.
I guess so. No one up there has had their phone turned on since 5 today.
I thought of you today and hoped you found The Argyle Sweater as hilarious as I did…. Salt brine baptism! Lol i chuckled all day at that and for some reason could hear you chuckling with me.
Yes. It was a stunning sweet spot moment. I could feel my brain cells doing “the wave”.
I’ll see your dust and raise you a laundry room of unwashed clothes.