I have to stop bringing
work home with me. I missed Sunday
writing up an exam. It didn’t help that
I slept late Sunday morning.
My house that was clean
less than two weeks ago looks once again like a bomb went off inside of
it. Papers are everywhere in piles,
organized piles, but piles just the same.
Laundry is in piles, organized piles, but piles just the same. Magazines are in piles, organized piles, but
piles just the same. Bills are in piles,
organized piles, but piles just the same.
Books are in piles, organized piles, but piles just the same.
I did, however, manage to
get outside several times this weekend.
It would’ve been a banner weekend, though, had I spent more time outside
and less time on the computer typing. I
also shouldn’t have let the Internet distract me from my work.
I should’ve grabbed one of
those books and plopped myself right outside to read. I should’ve gotten into my car, gone and
taken more pictures of what’s left of the leaf-peeping post-Nor’easter.
I’ll make a deal with
Mother Nature: Give me a few good days
this week, and I’ll try to use them wisely after work but before sunset. After all, next weekend we fall back, and
life starts to get dark at 4:00 p.m. I
don’t have a whole lot of time left to enjoy the patio before I have to start
raking and shoveling it.
Note to self: Bring less work
home; go through piles of stuff; clean the house; sit on the patio.
Not necessarily in that
order, either.
