Or ‘Progress is spelled C-H-U-G-G-A C-H-U-G-G-A C-H-O-O C-H-O-O’
I don’t know this George, or what he has to do with anything I’ve done lately, but I’m calling it a win.
Or ‘Progress is spelled C-H-U-G-G-A C-H-U-G-G-A C-H-O-O C-H-O-O’
I don’t know this George, or what he has to do with anything I’ve done lately, but I’m calling it a win.
Or ‘How I Spent the last 144hrs’
So, I built a bed yesterday.
And other things.
Oh, the unpacking. That, too.
How in the frakkenshnoiders did I ever accumulate so much stuff? I may have mentioned The Sisterhood calling me out as an ’emotional hoarder’ and I can’t say I disagree with her. But as a Disney character declared–and many people have sung since–I really needed to let it go!
The purge, though slower than watching a pot boil, has proven successful. I think I shall continue in this forward momentum.
GOALS, GOALS, GOALS
We’re already in the second quarter of 2014. How the frilly heck did that happen so fast?
I have to say that getting through March was the slowest, quickest, hardest, breeziest experience I’ve had this century.
The major move is over. The old place is in my rearview mirror. But now it’s time to make this place a home, my Sanctuary, and it just so happens to coincide with the Day of Fools.
Oh, boy. Bumpy roads ahead.
And two steps back.
Thanks, Daylight Savings Time.
Well, in the defence of something as intangible, as ferociously fleeting as time, I can’t say it takes all the blame.
Just ask my eye bags. More like steamer trunks considering I’ve gone beyond burning the midnight oil. I think I doused the darn thing with an extra can of kerosene.
There are those who wish there were more hours in a day, but really, people, do you think you’d spend those hours any better than you do now? Won’t it just end up being a longer period of time within which you can cram, panic, forge ahead, procrastinate, lounge, and every combination thereof?
Alas, my Week in Review comes one hour–and a day–late. Perhaps, this time around, it can be my Week in (P)review, as well.