Finally, after sitting in front of my PC a couple of hours going over the days news, facebook posts and emails, my fingers get around to writing. Some days are like that. Don’t wanna days, I call them. I am not a real social person by nature, being a bit shy and awkward. A couple of events at the end of the week are pushing me out of the house and into doing things, and I sit here in mild resentment over those demands on my precious time.
I have lost track of time and space. I seldom get the day of the week right. Today is Wednesday, yet my mind insists it is Thursday, a day that I have committed myself to make another puppy run for one of the tireless rescuers in a nearby big city. I gripe about 180 miles once every so many days. She easily runs 500 miles a week and never complains about it. Not me, though. I bitch about everything.
Finally got my Sukkah down yesterday, but now the problem of storage comes up. I don’t know where I am going to put it. I might just get a couple of sawhorses and put the pieces on that, and wrap it all up in a tarp.
So that is the day today. Action packed and exciting, eh?