It’s 11:47 p.m. and I’m just remembering that I have a blog post to make! I’m really looking forward to taking a breather five days from now! Tomorrow I’ll try to post something or another in the wee hours before we head to Tupelo for our annual Turkey Day gluttony. Then the next post will be made late Friday evening as well. I’m squeaking by on this project, but Saturday I already got my knuckles rapped for my lack of novel manuscript.
I’ve got a pie in the oven, and am more than a little irritated at my ability to stretch deadlines to their ultimate load. I also have a bed full of clothing. I’m not quite sure where the procrastination set in, but I remember doing projects that were supposed to take weeks of work well into the wee hours of the morning ever since I was in 6th grade and had to write a project on Bolivia. It’s been a struggle for me my whole life. I sometimes wonder if I do it sometimes to add a challenge to otherwise uninspiring projects. Who knows? I certainly need to work on it, still, even at the old age of 33 and 11/12s.
And my husband just looked over at me and snickered before he cheered, “Go, Pea, Go!” Oh, that might be confusing. I’m allegedly the sweet variety of pea, to clarify.
Goodnight all! Gobble gobble.