
A completely random side note–I’m hungry for Spaghetti Squash and haven’t been able to find any in the stores lately. Guess I’ll have to plant my own this year!
The dishwasher is running. The laundry is sorted. One daughter is studying chemistry, another practicing for her violin lesson, and my toddler is playing with his cars in his room. What about this seems unusual?
I think it’s just the I’m finally starting to catch up feeling that comes after a huge event.
Not that there’s been any huge event here…just a myriad of little things that seemed big at the time.
Yesterday was incredibly challenging that way. I woke with a knowledge that I had to start a new project, and it had to be right then. Every time I tried to work methodically, this project stared holes into the back of my head until I finally gave up. I spent the better part of the afternoon hammering out a decent outline and a first chapter of something I never intended to write–a political piece.
I promised myself I would never do such a thing. Now I’m not sure what I’ll do with it. I guess I’ll add it to my list of works-in-progress and just see where it goes.
This morning, I ran errands and did some shopping with two of my children, visited with the lovely BR Chaston about her wedding dress and nearly fell asleep on the way home. That meant I napped when we finally reached the house. Needless to say, now I’m staring at a to-do list that will refuse to be completed by nightfall, and that new project is dancing around the edges of my office, waiting for attention.
This time, it will have to wait.
Sometimes I don’t think my time management issues are all my fault. Sometimes I think my projects just don’t know how to take turns. They’re as demanding as any toddler.
I can’t help loving them.
On another note–I found poem I wrote in April but never published in my draft file. Rather than letting it sit there, I’m including it here:

Eastern Kingbird
There’s more to majesty than thrones or crowns,
or crowds of admirers, applauding, lauding praise.
There’s more, even, than power. Freedom rises,
calls the royal heart into the air.
My throne is any place from which I sing.
Have a great day, everyone!
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