A massive waste of your time and my own to follow...

I have chosen to spend my morning in a state of utter and extreme boredom. This was an active choice, because I have more than enough that needs done around here. Cleaning the house-dishes, laundry, vacuuming, tidying up, etc. Sewing- there's a lot of things that need mending between the kids playing hard in their favorite clothes, me being clumsy, and the boyfriend working hard. Making lists and researching- I'm currently in the process of purchasing a new home, and it is going to need a lot of TLC before we actually move in. Exercising- I'm supposed to do a regular physical therapy routine to combat my achy and injured body and mind. It's hard to be motivated when everything hurts a bunch.

I was accused last night of having our next 20 years planned out. This was immediately after I failed to remember to plan dinner for that evening until well after the children were complaining of starvation. (You know, three hours after eating a healthy and hearty lunch.) There are a lot of things I'd like to see done in the next 20 years. Mostly, I'd like them to differ greatly from the previous 20. I can't believe I'm pushing 30. I can't believe I'm buying a house. I can't believe I made the decision of which house to purchase based solely on the size of the garage. (That's a lie. That doesn't surprise me, or anyone else, at all.) It's scary trying to plan a future in such uncertain times, especially because I can barely remember to plan a trip to the grocery store before we're out of everything necessary to make a proper meal. Whether our days our carefully calculated, or completely spontaneous down to the moment, I'm finding myself stopping quite often to reflect on how good things are. This has helped tremendously with the cost of my self-prescribed high dose of retail therapy, which in turn will be helpful in fixing and furnishing the new place.

Nothing in this post will have been of any interest to anyone, including myself. I was just procrastinating so I didn't have to fold laundry. The dryer's persistent buzzing is encouraging to me descend into the basement and beat it into submission and silence though, so I'm off...