Yes, the stress fairy did make a stop at my house this week. She sprinkled me with her magic "Stress Dust". Right now I am glimmering testament to that. I know she has been busy. I think she has visited everyone I know. I am not complaining. Kinda. I have been trying to stay busy and keep my mind off of the mountain that is looming before me and threatening to come crashing down on me. I have taken up crocheting. So far I have made 4 dishcloths. Sorry to ruin the surprise, but most of you all are getting dishcloths for Christmas!! I am sure there are more to come. Maybe if this gets really bad, one or two of you will get a scarf, or God forbid, an afgan! I am anticipating a trip to the yarn store later. Any color requests??
Just the typical stressors. Nothing spectacular. Just more than usual. And simultaneous.
Ever play 50 card pick up? Only the rules have changed and you have to pick them up suits, in numerical order. Blindfolded.
Sounds impossible. Probably is, but it is required. This is my problem. Required. Not just 'needs to be done' or 'could use some attention'. REQUIRED. Written on each challenge in indelible ink followed by my name. None of these things have come about because of procrastination. I am not a big procrastinator. Most of these situations are surprises. Surprise!!! The worst kind. So I sit here with my crochetting, not wanting to get the mail, answer the phone or door, or make any contact with the outside world. And yet.....required. By me alone. Makes a girl want to call her mommy. Have a nice bowl of Mac and Cheese. Crawl into bed, and get up once the storm blows over.
