It's been a good week so far, knock on wood.
I'm late replying to the comments on my return post, but I will, as I have more leisure than usual to do that sort of thing. Though leisure is relative. Since starting leave I've been busy more or less all the time, and that begs the question: if it takes all my time just to live my life when I'm not working, how the hell do I do it when I *am* working? I haven't even been writing all that much to account for that time. I asked my therapist this but she disclaimed any easy answers. I worry about going back to work and having everything fall apart. I need to maintain.
I have added a song to my happy list: Kids in America by the American Juniors. It's perkier and poppier than the Kim Wilde version, and I got the Muffs cover too just to balance out the pop with some snarl, but though I feared the pop, I've become a slave to it. Slave to pop. That should have been my title.
Tonight I'm going over to
sherrold's to garden and have dinner. Saturday I'm seeing Carmina Burana with anaxila and kjv31. I can't remember the last time I've had two things on my social calendar at once. Where will it all end?! It's me. I'm not usually so social. I knew that if I could achieve a life of leisure, life itself would be richer and more relaxed. Now if someone could just give me their lottery winnings, we'd be all set.As a side note, I was all set to ask you guys if anyone had ever had a weird technical thing happen where all of a sudden your computer started scrolling and putting a million return lines in whatever editing program you were in. Then I realized that my Enter key was stuck. I feel proud of this deduction. Next I'm going to figure out how those long strings on my shoes work.
