It's deadline time and I'm not in my right mind. To illustrate, I found a wad of chewed gum in the coffee cabinet, where I apparently put it instead of in the waste receptacle 18 inches away, and with the intention of brushing my teeth, I grabbed the toothpaste and ran a spoon under the faucet instead of the toothbrush. That could have hurt.
I just came back from a few brief and circumscribed errands after a week of what seems like nonstop writing. One of the errands was the bank, where I deposited some checks (yay!) and asked for 1. some temporary checks (because I'm all out -- yay for me for planning ahead), 2. a summary of my balance (yay for me as I may have enough to add to my Roth for 2014), and 3. some cash back (yay for me for thinking ahead again!). I'm taking charge, thought I; I may lick this disorder yet!
Two stops later, I am at the library self-checkout kiosk when I realize the bank dude gave me my balance summary, the temporary checks, a receipt ... and no cash back. Went back to the bank, only to arrive at 5:01 p.m. and locked doors.
At least I noticed the lack of cash back. That's a sign of progress, I guess. Regarding the spoon and the gum, that's another story.
As long as I made it back home in one piece and with my library materials, that's all the matters, right?
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Shoes this time
So one day this week, I wandered around the house for 15 minutes with my coat and mittens on, with one shoe on and one shoe off. Isn't it obvious what I was doing? Looking for the shoe's mate.
I'd gotten the hounds leashed- and sweatered-up, had my phone, MP3 player, poop bags and all of the ingredients that go into a dog walk. While sitting on the step, putting on my shoes, I remembered that I needed to call the vet and make an appointment for Hound No. 1. So I ran mid-shoe to the kitchen to make the call.
I then noticed dishes in the sink that needed to be put in the dishwasher because it was wet outside and I no doubt would need to put Hound No. 2 in the sink to de-muddify his hairy paws after the walk.
This led to cleaning off the counter, updating the grocery list posted on the fridge and checking my email.
When I finally got my act together, I realized only one foot was shod. My poor dogs were forced to wait patiently while the Scatternoggen wandered around the house like a 5-year-old, looking for her left shoe. My better half finally pointed it out, on the floor at the foot of the staircase, also waiting for me.
I'd gotten the hounds leashed- and sweatered-up, had my phone, MP3 player, poop bags and all of the ingredients that go into a dog walk. While sitting on the step, putting on my shoes, I remembered that I needed to call the vet and make an appointment for Hound No. 1. So I ran mid-shoe to the kitchen to make the call.
I then noticed dishes in the sink that needed to be put in the dishwasher because it was wet outside and I no doubt would need to put Hound No. 2 in the sink to de-muddify his hairy paws after the walk.
This led to cleaning off the counter, updating the grocery list posted on the fridge and checking my email.
When I finally got my act together, I realized only one foot was shod. My poor dogs were forced to wait patiently while the Scatternoggen wandered around the house like a 5-year-old, looking for her left shoe. My better half finally pointed it out, on the floor at the foot of the staircase, also waiting for me.
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