Just because I went backwards in every way yesterday doesn’t mean anything about today!
So far, it isn’t windy, so far, the cat is sleeping next to me. Admittedly eight new action items came in between 6 am and 7:30, but that doesn’t mean I won’t get eight things done before 9. I have to think like an ant; it’s really what I do. I just put my head down and work while the sun shines. I still hold tight to the fantasy that there will come a day in the near future when for whatever brief moment, I am “caught up.”
Today is Jean’s last day in Tucson before she heads off to Florida for Segway-riding, alligator rafting, and sword swallowing, and we’ve got a movie and a trip to Electric Larryland planned, but aside from that, I’ll be in the dining room, answering email, tracking packages, answering email, sending things out, answering email. I have developed a new, keen appreciation for people who communicate succinctly and have a new plan to become one of those people.
Last night, all of the blossoms blew off of the huge palo verde tree (before they even opened, sadly) and this morning the pool was filled with assorted leaves, sticks, dust and sludge, but I’ve got most of it out now. The wind was an unfortunate allegory; it illustrated the somewhat helpless sense that I have regarding this moment in my work-life.
I should have bought this at the thrift shop.