I'm sitting in Starbucks trying to adjust my attitude, it's helping a little. Well, actually, it's the Pumpkin Spice Latte that's helping and it may be "helping" until the wee hours of the morning now that I think about it, but whatever. If I'm still up, I promise I'll type quietly, just let me know if I'm bothering you.
I'm beginning to think I have SAD, "Sunday Affective Disorder". I can feel it's grip beginning early afternoon and it doesn't release itself until Sunday night. I get frustrated when I feel like I'm neither spending time with my family nor getting things done that need doing. Yes, I know family is more important than "getting things done", but clean underwear for all ranks right up there, too.
Then there's the matter of the zebras. Everyone has activities of daily living they need to keep up with, you know, the stuff that's never "done", like dishes and laundry. Those are the "cows", the everyday mundane, repetitive stuff. The "zebras" are the "other" things like cleaning out that closet, organizing photos or painting the hallway that also need to be done and bring a great sense of satisfaction when they are completed, but they always seem to be edged out by the cows. I've been wrangling cows all day, and I suppose the zebras will be fine until another time, but they've been known to stampede when they don't get enough attention.
Enough zoo talk, night is falling and I can feel my Weekday Automatic Pilot kicking in and the SAD is leaving. They're mopping under my feet here at Bucky Stars and I left the house under the pretense of going to the grocery store, so I guess I'd better actually go to the store, huh?
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