And they don’t include working after I get home on a Friday evening for several hours. But I promised myself I wasn’t going to talk about that. Instead, I’ll mention that Roxy got so excited about the pieces of lamb fat she was going to get that she repeatedly walked herself into the narrow dead end between the arm of the couch and the wall. Head first. She doesn’t like to back up, so she’d stand there, tongue out, tail wagging, with her nose just barely over the arm, until I nudged her backwards with my hand on her chest. Like three times.
John is in the office pretending he’s Brian May, and I’m pretending I have time to check some of my favorite sites before my eyes close. We don’t have any plans this weekend (other than the usual light house cleaning, lawn mowing, grocery shopping, and something (I know there was something else I wanted to do, but did I write it down? Say it with me. No!)), so I hope to run and relax. And relaxing had better include catching up with my favorite online people. Also my new favorites, thanks to a recent thread at the Dooce Community and, of course, Spoke’s Blog Love series (first day here).
Before I go to bed, this is for Mom, Sandwich Stealer (not that one), Jess, and other people I could name but will not. Today. Just you wait.
I think the point of mentioning my priorities in the title was so I could say I still have mine, and I think they’re in the right order, but I need to work a lot harder at figuring out how to make them happen every day. Or most days. I feel a bit overwhelmed, and not by anything bad, but by not being able to make time for all those little things I like to do. But I will. I will figure it out.
Jessica
Alots are kinda cute. Who knew?