My father has a great way with words. He once described someone as behaving like a blind dog in a meat locker.
Think about it for a moment.
That’s exactly how my brain feels right now.
I have so many projects I can jump on right now and I don’t know which way to go.
I know, it’s an embarrassment of riches.
I’m going to take a moment to enjoy my embarrassment.
I worked on my fantasy fiction that I hope to publish by mid-October. I have a lot more to write, but I’m at least heading in the right direction for an exciting change.
I sent information so that I may be able to cover English classes later this semester.
I started working on removing the top layer of cat yak on the floor by the back door, thus improving the odor of the house. (BTW Fabulouso is an amazing product.)
I did half of the dishes.
I did an hour of slow walking and twenty minutes of hard exercise.
I have been asked to edit and rewrite some more short stories.
I now have time to just sit and relax.
There are things I want to write and the book I am reading is getting to the don’t put it down stage.
I am even pretty excited about following up the strange dream and maybe pursuing a historical fiction stories.
Right now. Things are pretty good.
I know, not nearly as funny as that time the elephant patted the roof of my car while I was at stoplight, but normal has it’s moments of appeal