Most mornings as I drive to work I make a list of all the things I will do after work that day – bake bread, vacuum the curtains, knit tents for homeless Eskimos, that type of thing we all do after a full day at work.
Most afternoons on the drive home from work, I rework the to do list. Maybe not the bread baking (who needs fresh bread at night anyway); and I don’t have curtains to vacuum anyway. I also don’t have the energy to go to the shopping mall to buy wool to knit those tents, so those homeless Eskimos can just hang out in a snow drift another night longer.
I have been doing that the past week in regards to packing. In the morning I intend doing everything on my to do list when I go home. That evening I stop and buy takeout and lie on the couch until it is time to crawl upstairs to bed. I sleep amazingly well despite the guilt and anxiety that everything won’t be accomplished by moving day…
I remind me of a scene from a Burt Reynolds 1978 film “The End” in which he negotiates with God to be saved from a suicide attempt, except that it is not The Big Whatever in my case, but The Flamingo Dancer. I let me off the hook much more easily!
chuckled at the clip
never plan in the car, usually too busy avoiding certain death.
we have weekly “board meetings” looking at what’s on the calendar and then have “handovers” when one or the other of us comes in.
sounds more like a business than a family. a no profit business.