How my day began:
I thought my cold was gone until a sore throat arrived yesterday, and you know what that could mean. Luckily, the news was good.
Life has slowed down a bit here, much of it due to ongoing, relentless colds. We’ve canceled a few dinners, and shelved any thoughts of going to the movies since we’d drive the rest of the audience nuts with honking coughs.
This slow pace reminds me of a phenomenon I’ve noticed before: the less I do, the less I do. I'm becoming a master at frittering time away, whereas when I was working, I could pack more into one afternoon than I now achieve in a week.
So when I returned from my old-timers’ aerobics/weights class, I kept on going. I vacuumed out the car, washed the windshield inside and out, and organized all the bips and bops that ride around in the console. The next task was to drag out the yard blower and blast the leaves and grit from the garage floor before the weather turns and we have pristine snow in the driveway that would reveal where I sent those leaves and grit. The last remaining pumpkin got walked out and tucked under the leaves in the woods out back. I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to add anything there, since it’s a preserve, but the other pumpkin I left last week vaporized completely, carried off by happy forest creatures. Oh, and I continued my vacuuming on to the kitchen and living room. All before noon.
I feel so virtuous that I’m off to bake a batch of cookies.