I’ve been chasing this day like a dog does its tail. Even before the alarm sounded, this day was miles ahead of me. By the time I got to work, the starting gun had fired but there I was, still standing firmly in place. Yikes!
I had all these grand plans for last night. Though I did manage to get a few things done, I ran out of steam waaaaay too quickly. I wanted to get back to the bathroom floor and maybe even spend a little time on the walls. Barring that, why not get a few more kitchen cabinet doors sanded and painted?
But no. After enjoying a leisurely dinner and watching a little TV, I spiraled into unconsciousness, napping on the sofa. Getting to bed late, a hectic work day, and then rushing around to both my and Taz’ appointments apparently took its toll. By the time I woke up, it was time to deal with our little zoo and get ready for morning. Too late to do anything productive in the house.
Tonight, I'm even more tired than last night. I'm not going to create any illusions for myself that I'll accomplish anything beyond animal care and personal hygiene tonight. I'm afraid that I may end up doing a repeat performance of last night.
So, for now I’m consoling myself with and living vicariously through the efforts of Jayne and the “marching chickens” that are appearing in her kitchen, of Elaine and Dylan’s kitchen that is competing in the Share Your Project contest, of Victoria and the bathroom that is materializing before her eyes (and from a cloud of drywall dust, no doubt), and of the pink haze that Leah is hoping to uncover in her bathroom.
Thanks, guys. I need all the inspiration I can get!