Welcome to the silly comforting blog post.
Ten days away from departure and sometimes I feel I am more my compulsive self than ever and sometimes I feel that I have really grown. I am frantically chipping away at all the things that need to be done over the next week and a half in slow motion. That's how I roll. A PO Box has been obtained, the checkbook has been balanced, plane and bus tickets purchased, a suitcase acquired, and yet still there are things that must be attended to. Items that taunt me from lists that have been scribbled and rescribbled. Everyday is a new chance to play deadline roulette. The payoff a wave of adrenaline I can ride for days following the completion of a task. I'm wishing there was time to visit St. Gregory's Abbey before leaving for Houston. Take a breather from the go-go. But I'm sure there will be time for that in Houston. Maybe I'll look up retreat centers in the area.
Everything is "awesome". I'm planning to ban that word from my vocabulary for a couple of weeks. Maybe even a whole six months. I remember when my vocabulary seemed to be exponentially increasing. What happened to the time when I used to finish a book a week at least.
The rest of the week will be me free falling through various circles of business:
Quilt deadline, wanting to play rock band, talking to the ND BOT spouses at SMH, baking granola for the co-op, Take Back the Night Vigil and Speak Out, TYLER!, therapy, silk creations, MFA Thesis Reading, possible Augustana concert, co-op market day, packing, storage, packing, shipping, packing, bookmaking before it's too late. with lots of sighing and talking to myself.
Okay I'm done with this. I need to do some gratuitous book shopping.
