I'm feeling an odd sort of detachment today. Went through the motions of my regular routine but couldn't tell you when or how I finished any of the chores. My thoughts had me worlds away. I must be more stressed than I figured; when I start retreating into my imagination, it's a signal to myself to step back and reassess. I'm ignoring that plan and retreating here instead. Nothing like a little avoidance to get you through your day.

On the real world front, our moving day has been pushed back a week. It's a bit frustrating though probably for the best. More time to pack and reorganize, but I find myself gritting my teeth about it. I could rant about the inconsistencies and slapdash scheduling my husband and his family employ with expertise .. I won't. And when the hell did I become so bloody Prussian, anyway?? I can do spontaneity, I really can. It used to be my forte.

See? I feel less stressed already. Or maybe that's just the sugar high.

more later.



soundtrack: Sting - "Desert Rose"