Today it is raining (um, again.) and I would like nothing more than to curl up on the couch with my forest green knit blanket, a carton of Haagen Dazs sweet chai latte ice cream, my next book obsession, Heaven Is for Real and a cuddly ball of orange fur known as Sancho.
My carton would be endless, and the book excellent and addicting. Sancho would snooze on my lap, and I’d indulge in a mid-afternoon nap myself. I’d take a break to whip up a batch of scrumptious pumpkin chocolate chip muffins and to stir the crockpot which would be, miraculously, cooking tasty black bean burgers and sweet potato fries for dinner. If anyone knows where I can find this crockpot, let me know.
Evidently, or so my calendar tells me, I am supposed to be simultaneously at work, at the grocery store, at strike, doing laundry, preparing a lesson plan, printing directions on a mysteriously disconnected printer, driving to work in the rain, teaching little kids musical theatre, cleaning, and moving a houseful of crap into an apartment.
I think I am in the wrong calendar.
Wow. I thought you had to be retired to be that busy.