I'm trying desperately to string my thoughts together in some kind of order.
But there's a hopeless tangle of them whirling around my head, trailing their cords behind them. Little Bo Peep I'm not. My sheep do what they want. I just wander around after them, hoping they will leave me some kind of clues to follow, besides sheep dollops.
Today I am exhausted by all my running around yesterday. Fidgets wear you out, I'm telling ya'. It's pay back time.
Let's see if I can grab a few of the whirling things, and put them here. (I was going to say on paper, but that's a lie. They won't be on paper till I print out my diary at the end of the month.) Yes Virginia, I keep a hard copy of every entry. Anal? Yep.
During the DD downtime this morning, I actually got my laundry started, my dianthus and marigolds and verbena planted outside, cleaned up the kitchen, straightened the bedroom and living room, had a chat with my friend S. on the phone, and ate my lunch. The lentils and cottage cheese and strawberries are now making me sleepy and I'm thinking of a nap.
We will be out late tonight as there is a Shabbaton at our synagogue... which means a get together for meals and services and lectures this weekend. I am looking forward to spending extra time with friends.
I am thinking of making myself a sort of daily reminder checklist to put up in my computer room. I have been so absent minded lately that it is scary. I mean really there's a limit to what one can put up with in this department. My friend S. asked me to email her some information last night when we got home from Tanya class. When I got home, I could not for the life of me remember what I was supposed to send her.
I had to send her an email asking what I was supposed to email her about. This is clearly ridiculous. Turns out, I DID know what she wanted to know, but I couldn't remember what she asked me after only 30 minutes out of her sight. If you had offered me a billion dollars to remember it, I would have walked away empty handed. Now THAT is sad. I have lost billions and billions this way..... Dang.
The nap calls.
Maybe it will help my memory.
I sure hope I remember to wake up.
Otherwise I will join the famous Tilly Culpepper.