Sunday, August 8, 2010
Actor simulation of me on weekend. Trained professional. Do not try this at home.
Every Monday I count the days, waiting for the weekend to arrive. I just know I'll accomplish great things once I'm not stuck in my office.
The errands will be quickly completed. Groceries purchased and put away. Mega cooking accomplished, providing plenty of my favorite meal: Leftovers. Pet hair vacuumed and house cleaned to a pine smelling spic and span patina. Laundry washed, folded and put away.
But I won't stop there. Oh, no.
A wallpaper and painting project has lingered on for months. It's going to get finished. I'll simply love the new color, once I dust off the cans and remember what it looks like.
Meanwhile, the basement and garage are crying out for help. I'll make them look better than the "after" pictures from a decorating magazine. Perhaps I'll even take photos of the transformation. Might make a good article.
Speaking of which, I'm going to do some writing! I've got ideas just screaming to be put on paper. If I play my cards right, I can complete at least three short pieces for submission.
Oh, the things I will do, come the weekend!
Today it's Sunday. Indy snoozes at my feet. Bogey in my lap purrs louder than the clock ticking while I write these words. I'm not sure exactly what kept me from being the dynamo I'd planned to be, but it is what it is. There's only one thing left for me to do.
I'll start counting the days until next weekend.