It is 7:16 a.m. I should be in the shower and getting ready for work. Instead, I sit in front of my computer and write. I search and search for something to do other than get ready for work. This has become a habit of late. I wait until the last minute before jumping into the shower. No wonder I look like hell every day.
I know that it is supposed to be somthing that my subconcious is doing -- something like, I really don't like work. But I do like work. At least, I like what I am doing. I think that I just don't like showers. Or, I don't like leaving in the morning.
Yup - that is it. I am becoming a hermit. I like my home, I like my dogs, and I like to putter around with a cup of coffee in my hand. Is this what it is like to get old? I am 41 and I would rather stay at home doing a jigsaw puzzle than go out drinking with the girls. sigh...
I had thought that I would grow into a really cool older woman. The one that is full of life, is fun, and loves doing things. Maybe I should re-think this concept. I think that instead I will be come the crazy lady who lives with her dogs, puttering about in her bathrobe, and mumbling to herself. (oh yeah - can't forget the cup of coffee in her hand...)
Enough musings. Guss I have to get ready for work.... maybe I can putter around there with a cup of coffee in my hand, muttering to myself.....
I know that it is supposed to be somthing that my subconcious is doing -- something like, I really don't like work. But I do like work. At least, I like what I am doing. I think that I just don't like showers. Or, I don't like leaving in the morning.
Yup - that is it. I am becoming a hermit. I like my home, I like my dogs, and I like to putter around with a cup of coffee in my hand. Is this what it is like to get old? I am 41 and I would rather stay at home doing a jigsaw puzzle than go out drinking with the girls. sigh...
I had thought that I would grow into a really cool older woman. The one that is full of life, is fun, and loves doing things. Maybe I should re-think this concept. I think that instead I will be come the crazy lady who lives with her dogs, puttering about in her bathrobe, and mumbling to herself. (oh yeah - can't forget the cup of coffee in her hand...)
Enough musings. Guss I have to get ready for work.... maybe I can putter around there with a cup of coffee in my hand, muttering to myself.....
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