Current mood:

overwhelmed

chaotic season
It's spring, and I haven't planted anything yet. I'd wanted to start my vegetable seedlings in March.

I also still have a few lingering Christmas decorations up. Like the wreath in the front window. *facepalm*

Still slogging through writing, and not making nearly as much progress as I want.

I've made it to the gym at least once a week. Sometimes twice. Doesn't quite justify the cost.

I took ten minutes this morning to catch up on phoning in appointments that needed to be made. Still need to schedule a couple doctor appointments and an oil change.

The birthday party gauntlet of March will not be finished until next week. Note to self: plan accordingly so no children are born in March.

I need to do laundry. Again.

I can't find the file for the story I want to work on. I probably have it saved on diskette, which means I have to boot up my PC, transfer from diskette to flash drive, then transfer flash drive to netbook, which I prefer to write on. Which is all entirely too much effort.

All I need is one weekend. One big, bright, empty-calendar-blocked weekend. That's all I ask.