I had intentions for nothing today.
And I seemed to have fucked that up, or rather fucked it uuppp.
Inspired and ready for a refresh.
Broom of branches starting off.
Every crumb and speck removed with swiftness.
Dusting until the project doesn’t seem so dire.
Then I decided it was Laundry Day.
Load the washer.
Only two loads today.
I folded all of them some time later.
I hung my flannels that usually lay in the top of my closet with odes to indecision for my cherry on top of a perfect fit.
I had time to bathe the dog somewhere in-between.
She’s stopped paddling in the water now.
I suppose she hasn’t been a puppy for awhile.
Started fixing dinner.
Some beef short ribs I forgot about with veggies, copycatting a friendly symbol.
Served with coffee and conversation as an appetizer and dessert.
Wasn’t nearly enough for everyone, but enough for everyone who enjoyed.
Then I rearranged all my little puzzle boxes.
Switched, dived, pelted, and swung around every little puzzle piece and I’m left with an environment of self-care, tasks, and notes.
Endless tasks, I haven’t come up with yet.
I can’t wait for that.
So much has changed.
I doubled my goal as if the project was due tomorrow.
It’s been a year.
I had nothing to fear.
Now I’m all wondering is what I’m going to do about you.
I’ll take care of the rest later.
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