I’m really tired and it’s hot in our house. I‘ve been writing in my head all day and now I‘m here at the computer and everything sounds wrong. The thoughts I believed so eloquent as they spun in my mind this morning are now tumbling out all disjointed and nonsensical.
I think this lack of focus hit me a few days ago when I acted on impulse and purchased a giant bottle of cocoa butter hand lotion. I used some just before going to bed and I fell asleep wondering if it would remind me of the beach.
I guess it sort of did, because that night I dreamed I had chocolate-dipped a bunch of sea creatures and displayed them in a bowl for my guests to eat. Gross. I’m not sure what the dream means and it continues to bother me. I think the creatures were still alive when I dipped them. Why did my brain give that to me? Yuck.
The weekends are always so strange. Sometimes I long for the routine of Mondays – husband back at work, son back at school and myself free to accomplish what I choose. Today though? Not so much. Although I managed to take my car for an oil change, I didn’t really want to and I was punished for my poor planning.
I got there hungry, half asleep and grumpy. The only two seats in the shade were taken and so I had to stand for an hour and a half. Stand. It felt like five hours and now legs ache. Why is it that I went to the dealership? Oh yeah, they’re actually kind of good.
Now with the sun going down and the house cooling off, I am thinking about what I did today and it actually seems like a lot. I dropped my son at school. I went to Sports Authority to try on roller skates. I walked my friend’s dog. I got the oil changed, had a conference with my son’s teacher, did four loads of laundry, put a chicken in the oven for my husband and wrote about twenty paragraphs that you will probably never read. Not bad, I guess.
I can’t think of anything fascinating to post today. You will just have to check back tomorrow to see if I have recovered.