I haven’t forgotten about my commitment to you, fiends. I shall be back to writing my non-sequiturian drivel as soon as I am up off the sofa long enough to form one contiguous paragraph.

Get items listed so I can put them in a list.

*rubbing paws together*

You know, I think I have my problem sorted. It’s not the making of the list, or even the execution of the list. It’s the self discipline required to actually sit down and make the list.

Listphobia: the fear of committing to a written-down task. There you have it. Seriously though, it’s 5:50 a.m. At 6:00, I have to go upstairs and do the shower/get ready thing. That leaves me ten minutes to make a list for today. Ready, steady…

It’s definitely been said about me.

Do you feel sometimes that you’re running around in a tight circle, considering everything that needs done, but actually doing none of it? Once I said something like, “I hate it that I am a big-picture thinker, taking on a huge project and not seeing how to break it down into little parts.” Someone here agreed with me, saying he/she was the same way, but I can’t remember who. BoomR? Suzanne? Anyway, it’s shaping up to be one of those weeks.

The Fink is keen to know how you compartmentalize. I’m certain part of it — “it” being the ability to divide and subdivide tasks into more manageable bites — is innate, and other parts can be learned behaviors; I just haven’t learned the behavior yet.

I’ve heard of systems whereby people put project parts in baskets, labeled something like:

1. Has to Be Done in the Next ____ Hours
2. Can Wait Till Next Week
3. Can Wait Indefinitely or Until I Get a Chance

That’s fine and good. But what happens if everything is #1? I know, I know. Don’t procrastinate. I’m going to start not procrastinating. Tomorrow.

…but happy.

It’s been a great seven days, actually, with Mavis feeling better (and finally feeling good enough to get back to posting at RtB!), and some other things at school falling into place. It makes the fact that my throat feels like it’s gone through a shredder seem less miserable.

Kinda. HA

Hot lemonade: now that’s a great remedy! It gave me some relief from the pain (along with copious doses of Day/NyQuil) while I watched my two Sunday night staples: True Blood, followed by Breaking Bad.

I was also amused by the first 6 episodes of Dark Shadows, which we used to watch every day after elementary school. You know, with vampires, witches, warlocks, ghosts and whatnot, I am shocked all these many decades later to realize that Mother actually let us watch DS. And Bewitched, too. They were so dead-set against anything that might remotely deal with occultism or mysticism (even in a funny or ridiculous way, as in Bewitched and DS, respectively). Hm. Anyway…

I’m going into the school house today, because I’m awesome (stupid) like that. Gotta get stuff ready, for rehearsals start Wednesday. Then it’s off to Mavis’s house for tea.

TTFN. Ta Ta For Now.   :-p

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PS – Can’t wait for this. (But where’s Timothy Spall? Sheesh.)

…in many ways.

After waiting at the entrance of Grant Hospital for nearly half an hour while they found someone to transport Mavis from the 6th floor to the door, we made our way home last night, finally. I dropped her off at her house, where her family waited for her in the driveway as we pulled up. I’m sure it was a good homecoming (I left them to their reunion and went on home).

Hence, out of darkness comes light. Not only is Mavis embarking on a new, healthier life, we both learned a lot over the last week. Great stuff happened all around us, in spite of the near-death experience she suffered. It’s really not a cliché: sometimes it takes a tragedy to start things going in the right direction again. And lemmetellya, this was about as close to a tragedy as I’ve ever come in my life without actually losing the family member altogether. All is well, and I am forever grateful.

So last night, I got home from this incredible week, watched the Indians lose, caught up on some email, read awhile, then hit the hay at 11:30…only to wake up with a sore throat, achy bod and head feelin’ like it wants ta buss open.  Amazing, ja??

Cripes. I just hope it goes away by tonight, in time for the Js sleepover. Anyway, happy holiday to all! (Except for Suzanne, of course — hope you’re still doing something fun!)