Nope, nothing creepy about this.

Working from home, day 4

While crafting with buttons, the madness slowly began to creep in. They're mocking me. Mocking me, I tell you! Aaaahhheeeee

Blog reboot 2020.2.0. New life, day one. Up at 7:40 and on with the workout clothes, intending to start the day with exercise, devotions, breakfast, and shower. All got accomplished, but not in anywhere near their original order or intended time.

If your brain allows you to start one task and see it through to completion, can I step inside your mind for just a few moments to see what that feels like? Here's how my time unfolded this morning:

• See note on counter to look up something on internet.
• Go to computer, get distracted by emails and Facebook.
• Start work on crafting necklace for A.
• In looking for components for same, start pulling elements for collage for B.
• Try to put a hole through a small wooden disc with a bead reamer, which did not work. Lesson learned.
• Open patio door and yell at squirrel to get off bird feeder.
• 11:00 a.m. Do not turn on The Price Is Right, Laura. Do not go there.
• Pop in Hugh Laurie "Didn't It Rain" CD instead. Yes, I still listen to CDs.
• There are those earrings I didn't finish last night.
• How can I get a hole through an acorn?
• "Write something every day," a sage friend told me. Some call him Jim. Time to write, but what? Think I'll revive my grad school blog one. more. time.

Eventually, I will need to corral my thoughts but today I'm going with the (creative) flow. Giving each day over for the Lord to bless. Projects will be completed in due course.

The good news is that, if you feeling like calling to talk with me, you don't need to worry about interrupting my train of thought. That train has likely already derailed anyway.

The scavenger hunt will soon begin for places I can work and interact with other humans without spending too much money. I have a feeling the library will be seeing a lot of me.

Now...time for lunch, and I see no need to change my custom of a midday power nap. 

That's just whacky!

Not sure what's sadder -- that they can't spell shirts or that $1.89 (rather, I 89) dry cleaning is all it takes to make a Wednesday wacky in the Fort.

When you absolutely, positively cannot have wet hair for another moment!

Anyone know where I can get a nice Chianti?

At work, we have an outside party who consistently sends us email messages like this:

That Works For me On This End. Would You Be Able To Send Direct To The Customer???

That Would be Even Better Than Sending To Me.

Thanks,

XX

This drives me crazy in ways I can't begin to explain. Why?! Why start each word with a capital letter? Even if the person was originally from Germany, only their nouns are capitalized. Try typing a sentence or two like that--it's awkward and time consuming. This person either never took any sort of English class, ever, or thinks this looks more official for some reason. 

End of rant.