THEN I GOT LAZY . . .

I wish that I wouldn’t get so tired – or better yet . . . I wish that I wasn’t so lazy. And believe me – in no way do I subscribe to myself being your typical kind of laziness “lazy.” No – no – no . . . it is probably more closely tied to being really bad at time/energy management . . . which could be an internal thing – or maybe an environmental one.

I always seem kind of busy – it isn’t like I am that dumb grasshopper that chose to dance and sing while the ants were running around storing food and stuff . . . I am constantly storing food – in my socks – in my pillow – in my cheeks – everywhere! But I think that I seem to have a pretty good idea of the limits of how much I can do – before I drop – at this point in my life (which – depressingly – seems to be a constantly decreasing amount – by the way) – and so what I have tried to do is get better at organizing things into digestible chunks. The key there is to not spend all of my time organizing (even though my brain – contrary to generally accepted thinking – craves it’s own style/brand/what not of ducks in a row) . . . another quick key is making sure to sleep sometimes too . . . I require enough sleep – the amount of which can vary considerably.

It would be fun to be a bit more sloth like – like where I was going super slow and steady towards whatever goal sloths are going for – but I tend to jitter around way way too much (not always always outwardly) to be sloth like. So I think that I need another animal goal to live up to . . .

It is a quandary and a conundrum and a mystery and a riddle and a pea in a pod that won’t get shucked today (shucks!) – but at least it is out there in the ether . . . so there is that . . .

Yawn (dles)

TODAY IN THE SHOWER . . .

Today – when I was getting out of the shower – in a particularly distracted state of mind – I realized that . . . uhm . . . I wasn’t exactly done. I had completely forgotten to wash the shampoo out of my hair.

How ridiculous is that?! I guess that I was planning on just going through the day with a spectacular new shampoo-doo – or something like that. The way that it went down was that the water was off – and I was reaching for my towel and I went to brush the water off of my face – only to find a soap trail that led straight up to the top of my head.

Ridiculous – ridiculous – ridiculous. . .

I then had to do an about face back into the shower – where in my continuing absent-mindedness – I turned the water on while in it’s path – which is nothing short of a direct invitation to either a serious freezing or scalding type of party. I ended up at the colder of the two – which sent me flipping against the wall while my hand tried (quickly) to figure out the proper temperature setting.

Eventually all of the soap went away – and this week’s showering episode was complete.

What?! Is the “weekly” thing getting to you?? Well I did get rained on a couple of times this week . . . so by my book – I am as clean as an unused whistle . . . I was thinking of a train whistle – but I think that they may be kind of greasy – and then regular whistles that have been used are all full of spittle – so that is both not-so-clean and bleagh at the same time . . .

I am as clean as an unused whistle!