*insert circus music*
What IS IT with me? I have got to get my collective crap together.
After last night’s minor debacle in the parking lot following cake decorating class, I came home to a lovely, clean workspace. It was 8:30 p.m., and I had a plan. HAD. I was going to begin research for Dinner Theatre programming (I’ve done nothing and RtB fiend Greg is waiting to start set design). What did I do instead? Started working on an arrangement for my vocal jazz ensemble that I won’t even think of using until January. What the…?
Focus, Fink. Focus.
It’s like I don’t what to do next, in spite of having a list. What good’s a list if it all looks like a research paper written in Sanskrit? I am going kookoo. Case in point: I just got an email from the new superintendent of my school district. Nice guy. He asked me if I was the one who could give him a username and password to get into the website to edit his page. So I immediately fire up the website admin panel, and…WAIT. I’m still writing this morning’s blog post. Why don’t I finish that first, THEN give Mr. B. his login credentials?
I have the attention span of a paper clip, that’s why. Absolutely no self-discipline. Chaos. Mayhem.
All right, I’m good now. Go do the login for the super, email it to him, then get started. Right. Got it.
Now what was I going to do today again……….? 
How’s de hond???
I am like you. If I think of something I need to do then I do it right then and there otherwise I will forget. That often results in my getting sidetracked. It’s like an obsession with me — if I don’t do that thing RIGHT NOW it will fester away until I do it.
I know! And my problem is that I can’t ever seem to get totally back on track after a detour. Trade me in for a new model!
De Hond seems to be getting a *bit* better. It comes and goes, it seems. He can’t get in to see the specialist until Monday afternoon. Our hope is that this thing just clears itself up, as some things occasionally do. Not that I’m dreading paying $165 just to walk into that office, mind…OY
Not til Monday!! Garsh, I hope it does get better. Lots of hugs and kisses until then.
XOXOXO for you and Rousseau De Hond.
And I’m sketching….sketching…..sketching…..putting down my pencil for now.