It is chilly this morning. I am being a true slug and am still in bed, after grabbing another blanket, cozied up and would happily stay here for another hour-maybe longer. Weather forecasts though have the temperature rising to unusually high for this time of year-mid 70;s, maybe reaching 80 by tomorrow. The cool morning makes getting out of bed a struggle and the beckoning sunshine will want to lure me out to play later. Conditions are ripe for full on playing hooky from duties and responsibilities.
But, no one has clean underwear' the bathrooms haven't been cleaned all week, and the refrigerator has a couple spills that are getting harder with each day they get neglected. We leave at 5:30 Wednesday for vacation and I have pictures to transfer off the current SD cards to free up room, clothes to wash and get packed as we are going, going going until well after dark on both Monday and Tuesday nights. We need to clean out the fish bowl and get pup's papers in order before they go to their boarders Tuesday night. I know these things need to be done-DH is already up and out for work, so I too must find some inner motivation.
Coffee, then a shower? Shower then coffee? Maybe I could convince DD#2 to take a walk over to the grocery store and buy us a couple Danish pastries and some hazelnut coffee? They have a really terrific bakery-small, but fresh made on site so the scent is heavenly. Maybe I should take myself? Can I go without coffee or a shower? I have decided. I will put on sweat pants, tennies, and I will walk over myself. As a grown up, I shouldn't have to have these inner battles, and yet I do-frequently. It is the mix of wanting to be caring for and providing for the needs of my family, with longing to take the best of life as it comes, even if that is merely a perfectly temperatured room on a Saturday morning for a good sleep in. Where do you find you balance when conditions are right for procrastinating?
DH is home from work early tonight, and so that means I didn't need to rush home to let pup out and give him his walk. It is lovely though, so he may get another one when I wander in the door in a few hours. Instead, I decided to forgo the rush hour traffic and plant myself at a Caribou for an hour or two, and converse with you all. I'm in my next favorite neighborhood in St Paul-there was no parking anywhere near where I had intended to go and the lot behind this coffee house was wide open, plus plenty of patio seating. St Paul may factor into part of our retirement plans as well as the UK. There is no finer weather than a sky blue day with plenty of sun and no humidity, and evenings like this remind me why we live here. One of these two neighborhoods, or even a third or 4th I like, are easy to get around on foot and bike. There is very little parking, except at a few shops and restaurants which is a pain when you don't live in the neighborhood.
I'm supposed to be writing-that is what I said to DH. Why waste an extra 20 minutes in
the car when I can use that time to think and tap on a key board. Well, I am writing right now, I suppose, but not working on the book. Did I mention I have actually started it, and a start of a draft even saved on a USB drive? I also have my short story for In the Writers Closet June Write and Link to complete. I'm noodling ideas on that. The portal opens in two days I believe. I haven't been sleeping well the last few nights, which always helps, or pushes my procrastination tendencies. Having no kid to car pool around as DD#2 is on a mission trip, should have meant new found hours, but the old anxiousness that I thought I had put to rest has reared itself again. My new job is "getting real", and there is a monumentous launch on July 1, my first heading this initiative. I'm excited and scared witless at the same time. Only four more business days-yikes. Perhaps tomorrow will be more like the inspiring quote on my ice tea glass. " Life is getting up an hour early to live an hour more." Did you cringe reading that?
I will get something productive done, but before that, I invite you to hop on over and visit Slugmama at Don't Read This, It's Boring. She's holding a girly-girl gift box drawing. What better way to procrastinate than with a box of goodies like that to pamper your night away. By the way, I find Sluggy anything but boring. Enjoy what is left of your evening.
