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Plane tickets purchased, plans are in the making and I go in eight short days. I’m less ‘tizzed’ than I was yesterday, but still overwhelmed by all that needs to get done. I dropped two swaps that dont have assigned partners yet...that leaves me with two, both of which need to go before I do. I’ve also got two promises outstanding, but I’m thinking they’ll forgive me if I’m a tad tardy. I’m a good traveler, but getting ready to go I tend to be a little over the top. Suddenly all the ‘undone’ must be done, the house must be cleaned...even the corners, lawn must be mowed, weeds must be pulled, car must be clean...you name it I feel like I gotta do it. I’m sure Freud would have something to say about my needing to put things in order before I travel; control maybe? Fear? Who knows? In the spirit of my first resolution - “take better care of me” - I’ll be doing my darnedest to concentrate on what truly needs doing and let that which will wait, wait. Sure, I’ll still make sure D has things to wear, and food to eat, and sure he could do those things for himself, because thats another way I say ‘I care’. The two pound hair ball under the bed...that can wait.
There was little sleep last night and it had nothing to do with my frenzied mood. I called it quits about 9:30 and D followed at his normal time around 11. On his way across the house, in the dark, he put a hand out to fend off the book shelf. The offending paw landed not on books, but in the midst of a collection of glass sphere lamps sending several to the floor and liquid paraffin all over the carpet. Oh. The. Joy. About the time I drifted back to sleep my work phone rang. A customer wanting service ‘tomorrow’ - grrr. It rang again about 5am and I gave up on any further zzzz’s. Good thing though, poor Rox was working graveyard and she kept me company for a while which almost made being up so bright and ugly bearable. Thanks Rox!
On an unrelated note and quick tale:
D and I shopped for treadmills this weekend. We were standing in a big box sports store comparing two models...the mid model and the Tim Taylor bells and whistles model. I had both spec slips in my hands doing a line-by-line comparison the differences of which came down to motor size and belt length. The 9 (ok maybe 20) year old sales associate was standing patiently nearby when I looked up at D and said something like..."I suppose asking a guy if an extra 5 inches is worth $300 dollars would be a dumb question - eh?” I think I killed the kid...D just rolled his eyes.