The road to wot-not is paved with thingy-mes and mine has several pot holes and I seem to have got stuck in one, again. I am as changeable as the weather and as still as a statue. A bright idea sparks and as I begin to get stuck in a huge sigh of apathy is expelled and thus it ends. I have spoken before about how difficult it is to really get down to something when it has no purpose and no deadline and no consequence, when it is merely filling the empty hours until the day is at its end. The end of April approaches and I can count on one hand the number of days [or part there of] which have been forfilling or productive or entertaining so far this year on one hand with fingers left over.
Big Sis and I did the spring clean and tidy up jobby. The mass cull of contents has been done and the place feels the better for it, but it also shows how badly it needs redecorting and a new carpet, tasks that cause a cold sweat to try and sort out. When my new tops arrive, my two tops draws will be resorted [4 arriving, therefore a minimum of 2 tops and 2 t-shirts are to go]. I had a mad moment of thinking I’d go and wash the dinner dish and saucepan and tub from last nights dinner but the hours of ice-freezingly cold hands as a result, soon put me off that.
I know the answer has to come from me, but I am ablank ….. I have not been keeping up with things around here and have felt unenthused to blog as [like this one] it becomes another whine and whingy of daily nothingness.