Work. Yep, I swear it's the most difficult part of the day. If things would work right then I would not be so unhappy. It's a great job, but there is too much technical malfunction. Raises the blood pressure on someone that thrives on efficiency.
Will arrives tonight. JOY! I am so very happy. The world feels so much better when he is close.
It's super cold out and windy. It truly is fall. And I have not moved. I need to unpack the winter clothes and repack the summer wardrobe. Tanks and flops must go to make way for sweaters and boots. Speaking of, I got a new pair of boots last night. I own a million pairs of shoes, but then start to just wear 2 pairs until they die. My ballet flats and my sneakers with the satin bows are dead. In the trash. I don't know why I get fixated on a just a certain pair and wear them every day. I buy special shoes that only work with a few things and then just forget them and never wear them. I need to just stick to black shoes.
It's time to get back to work. Or, more appropriately here, trying to work.
Oh, and I need more stripped socks.
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