I’m going to attempt to write a blog post that isn’t in list form today.
Though you can count on the heavy use of italics.
I woke up tired this morning because I spent all night dreaming of wandering the subway station trying to buy one blessed little ticket so that I could get to work on time. I climbed miniature stairs, scaled a wall, walked miles of hallways, pushed all sorts of buttons, and received a jillion tickets all to the wrong destination.
Maybe I really didn’t want to go work.
Maybe my meanderings were just a cathartic rehash of all the things I did yesterday in an attempt to avoid mopping my kitchen floor.
Speaking of mopping the floor, today I’m using an eye appointment to avoid doing so.
Oh, that dividing line looks like I’m trying to sneakily make a list by not numbering.
Which I am.
About two months ago my eyes got the memo that I turned 40 and they began to fail me in situations that required close proximity viewing. I have found myself adjusting the focal distance between my eyes and reading material and it’s getting to the point of ridiculous so I’m biting the bullet and heading over to an optometrist’s office this morning to talk about bifocals a prescription adjustment.
Oh, this wounds my pride.
Speaking of pride, I love a patriotic holiday and I’m planning all sorts of fun things for this Memorial Day weekend. I found red, white and blue star-shaped marshmallows for a hopefully non-toxic redo of s’mores, we’re dusting off the ice cream maker for some homemade vanilla ice cream, Sunday afternoon we’re catching a minor league baseball game, and Mr. CPQ has a slab o’ meat primed and ready for the grill on Monday.
Doesn’t it sound dreamy?
Have a nice day.