My whole goal today was to get everything done and start writing by 7:30 a.m., and I did it just exactly at that time. Do you feel like your whole day is just racing against the clock? Or is it more runnin’ against the wind, because you’re Bob Seger reading my blog?
I have deadlines all day, and I find myself nervously looking at the time. Can I really get 60 pages done by 10:00? The answer is always no, not if I want to do it well. But I get it done by 10:00. I do not miss deadlines.
I go home for lunch, and nervously ask my Google Home for the time repeatedly. Google Home is so sick of me. Can I have lunch, play fetch with Blu (and also the dog. Otherwise the neighbors are certainly having a field day looking over here) and eat and get back in an hour?
The answer is no. But I try.
I finally don’t have to look at the time is once I’m home for the night, and so I DON’T look at it, until I do and it’s always later than I want it to be. Mother of GOD how is it already 11:00? Is this any way to live? It is not. But I am not a millionaire, and I think at this point even millionaires look at the time.
Why were we born in the rush era? But not the band. Although technically we are alive during the Rush era. But I try to ignore that.
However, as someone who had a panic attack during a massage and who lies on the beach thinking anxious thoughts on the inside, even if I were independently wealthy and didn’t have to BE places at certain TIMES and so on, I’d still find a way to be nervous about it.
Sigh. Let’s look at pictures. I feel like I haven’t put in any pictures lately. Oh! And while we’re waiting for them to upload, my boss, crnt., is getting her Stitch Fix today! Stay tuned for Stitch Fix voting tomorrow!
Yesterday when I was racing against time and runnin’ against the wind at lunch, I was making a salmon salad, and Mr. Assafrass, over here, immediately jumped on the counter because he has to be right up in everything I do. I was very nervous about what kind of ecstatic fit he’d have when I got out the salmon portion of my lunch, so I … hunched around it to add the salmon. I looked up to see if he had a napkin tied around his neck, but no.
He was munching happily on my avocado. I HOPE it’s poisonous to cats. I’m PRAYING it is.
I accidentally took this while in line at the grocery store, where, ironically, I was buying avocados. I clearly have a deviated septum, so why can’t I get a free nose job?
The only other picture I have since this weekend is a screenshot I took of a man on Tinder who went by the handle “Mr. Goodbar,” and I feel like he missed the point of that book.
Oh, guess who just jumped up on the desk, here. Is it Assafrass himself? My other cats seem like such a delight now in comparison. Whose idea was it to get a goddamn kitten?
It’s 7:45 now, and I’d better leave for work before I’m late. I’m old and strong and I’m still runnin’ against the wind.