One of the eternal dichotomies of my life is that I do a lot and work myself up into a worried frenzy whilst I have heart of slug.
(I also have an excellent vocabulary.)
My agenda, written in blue pencil on gray paper, just to challenge my eyes, apparently, is insane.
And it’s not the fun kind of agenda, like planning to overthrow my arch-nemisis whilst chanting my manifesto. (Yes, I imagine my manifesto accompanied by the pounding of bongos or perhaps the rattling of a tambourine.)
I need to spend a good part of the day taking digital pictures and posting them on the internet (Antiques and Ebay)
I start the day having follow-up tests for my wounded wrist. ( Doctor wants to rule out gout.)
I also need to work out. (Mall walk)
I have to sketch out a query for free-lance writing. (legitimate not Penthouse Forum.)
My life is almost spicy.