The last few weeks have felt pretty stressful. Things that *had* to be done, people I *needed* to see, finding the time to cook a decent meal, finding the time to go for a run, sorting out this site, doodling superheroes, playing with Milly and Molly, reading my book.
At some point the things I love doing turned into chores.
Perhaps chores is a bad word; it’s not that I didn’t want to do these things, it was that I wanted to do all of these things and felt I had to allocate and schedule and plan an designate and that detracts from the essence of fun! Why the hell am I getting so worried about time? I’m spending so much time worrying about not doing everything that I’m still not doing everything but the things I am doing I’m not even enjoying!
Luckily during one of my designated leisure periods I had put on some George Carlin for a bit of background entertainment and this particular bit made me stop, smile, and realise that I should worry a hell of a lot less about time:
To the dumbass motherfucker who managed to dig through a cable on my road last night,
I would like to thank the leaving me powerless for most of the evening. As Christmassy as it was to cook by the dim light of candles the resulting indigestion that kept me up all night has left me in something of a shitty mood today and the taste of phlegm and pain that accompanies everything I eat is doing little to rectify the situation.
I could almost forgive you had the effect of stomach acid on my vocal chords been to leave me with with a suitably gravelly singing or speaking voice but as things stand I sound like I’m going through puberty backwards.
I’m beginning to wonder if the first few days of full-time outside access for the kits may have been a little misleading: with Spring starting to bloom Molly came in each day smelling of beautiful fresh foliage.
So far this week she has mainly smelt of burnt stuff, the kind of burnt stuff that probably didn’t even smell that nice before it was burnt.
I keep wanting to jump on and off things (this generally occurs when my run reaches an end point – top of the stairs if a good example); I have managed to contain this one so far (which is probably for the best)
