What is it they say about the best laid plans of Mice and Men? (They are oft’n aft agley. That reasoning has always eluded me; since when did John Steinbeck speak Scottish, and mice don’t lay anything, except possibly their furry little heads on my toaster. I try not to think too much about that, especially when I think my filthy kitchen may have given me the hanta virus)
There are many, many reasons I have been unable to write or think or otherwise do anything that doesn’t involve getting ready for the next day at school or the next rehearsal at school.
This whole teaching at my dream job thing is seriously getting in the way of my tv watching and cogent thought. I have a cold right now. I’m hoping that’s all it is, but I spent one full day at home and cancelled a rehearsal a week before our competition date. (I’m also fairly certain I blacked out for few seconds the other day. The next sound you hear will be the sounds of my mother racing over here to skewer me to the couch.) I’m fine. I don’t have a fever today, but I have no voice and I am doing everything I can to get better while trying to stay on top of things so I don’t get landslided next week.
My best laid plan was to write amazing stories and stay on top of the cleaning in my house and getting things ready in a timely fashion. A quick glance around the room (Cat perched primly on top of a heap of clean blankets, a flurry of notes to the left and to the right of me, a partially empty bottle of bubble water and a wad of blankets next to me, perfect for the I’m-so -sick-napping.) tells me that I’m not doing so well at the staying in control of my life.
However, I have finished my lesson plans for next week have made a firm dent in the things that need to be done on Monday. Now, back to the couch.