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!)

Oy.

It’s Finkday already — so hard to believe. While I am beyond excited to A) see my nephew from Florida who’s coming to visit his mother, and B) possibly bring Mavis home from the hospital sometime over the holiday weekend, I cannot ignore the exhaustion level. If it was still summer, this would be a cakewalk and I could still fit in a slumber party with the Js. But hey, what am I complaining about? It’s Mavis who’s suffering, not I.

There is good news this day, however:

• Finkite BoomR is being romanced by a corporation impressed with his awesome skill set (as you know, he was one of the thousands hit by the Cisco Systems layoff massacre).
• Dinner Theatre auditions are over with, and we have a good cast.
• The Thriller and I had an awesome time with Lars and Helen at dinner last night (I could have stayed and yapped another hour, at least).
• Two weeks in the books, and my choirs are not shockingly bad.
• Mavis had a relatively good day yesterday.
• I got to see RD for a quick visit this week.
• New contact lenses arrived. Maybe I can actually see now.
• Stephen King’s new book is now ready for download.

Hey, now. I didn’t know all this, did you? You probably did. The saliva thing is kind of ooky.

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Yep, these are next.

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HAAAA — you know you’ve been there.

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If  your phone has the predictive text feature, go to your text messaging app and just start typing, allowing the PT to construct the sentence. Start with the word “how.” Here’s what mine said:

How are you? I am a beautiful person. I have a breakfast date, then I will be able to breathe.

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According to Mental Floss, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzerald had several working titles. Among them were On the Road to West Egg; Gold-Hatted Gatsby; and my personal favorite, The High-Bouncing Lover.

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This is pretty accurate:

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And speekina: will this never go away?

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All right, I’ll be here all morning if I keep this up. Off to a crazy Thursday, followed by a crazier Friday. Hope all my RtB fiends are well.

FO