To paraphrase Robert Burns*, The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. Ain't that the truth. For instance, I made plans for this week and I was all gung ho about them on Sunday. Unfortunately, yesterday was a bad day. Not bad-bad in the scheme of things, but just bad enough that it derailed me. I woke up early from a weird and depressing dream, and it kind of got the whole day off to a wrong start. I didn't walk. I didn't read. I didn't edit. The only thing that got checked off of my to-do list was dishes, and I have to do those or we'll have nothing to eat off of or with**.
I had great plans for this year. Well, obviously, those got obliterated by the 'rona and the chaos surrounding it.
Actually, I should say I let my plans for the year get derailed by the chaos. It was all mental. Nothing truly stopped me from going ahead with anything, except my brain.
Anyway, sometimes plans go awry. I could spend this time kicking myself. Lord knows, it's a popular pastime. But I'm going to try to go another way. I mean, kicking myself is useful from time to time, but today doesn't seem like one of those times. So, I'm going to forgive myself. I get a pass for yesterday. As long as I don't let it continue into today. I have work that needs to be done, regardless of what might be going on in my life or in my head. I have promises to keep. And if you'll forgive a foray into another poem, I have miles to go before I sleep.
*The original poem in its original Old English. Which I think is kind of neat.
**For times of extreme laziness, illness, or water outage, I have backup dishes and silverware, but I hate to break those out of storage.
I'm trudging right along with you. Yesterday was Monday. That's my excuse. That and laundry. I did laundry instead of writing and we all know how much I dislike laundry. And today I'm thinking I need to iron. Since LG retired, we don't use the cleaners much--I used to take all his shirts and slacks weekly to let them do it because...starch! But now, it costs more in gas and cleaning fees for the few shirts he does wear isn't cost effective. And spray starch will just have to do. Anyway...ReplyDelete
Today is going to be different. I'm not going to iron. I'm going to write. Except after waking up at 5, I made myself go back to sleep and then I didn't roll out of bed until 8 a.m. That's...unusual. So I'm 2 hours behind. Ah well. Life.
More coffee and then we'll both get on things. Right? Right!
Some days are just like that, and nothing was meant to get done. I know I have plenty like that.ReplyDelete
I hope today -- and the rest of the week -- go better for you!