Geronimo!
Friday. I have done absolutely nothing in preparation for my cross-country move. This is the way I always live my life. I never look. I just leap. My whole life is about jumping off of cliffs, and here I go again. ... Right now I'm having the moment I always have before I travel, the one where I suddenly don't want to go no matter how much I was looking forward to it when I planned it.
Patrick went out for milk this morning and brought me back a dozen white roses. They're sitting on my desk next to my monitor. I just realized that I'll be gone before they lose their petals. I keep picking up my kitty, and even when she complains, I carry her around for a little while before I put her down again. The torn up spot on my leg where she does her little cat knead-y thing will be healed and gone before I see her again. This makes me very, very sad.
There is laundry to do, and sewing projects to start and finish, and yards and yards of fabric to sort, and paperwork to be gone through, and taxes to be done, and I suspect that most of it will go undone because my life is all about jumping off of cliffs.
Patrick went out for milk this morning and brought me back a dozen white roses. They're sitting on my desk next to my monitor. I just realized that I'll be gone before they lose their petals. I keep picking up my kitty, and even when she complains, I carry her around for a little while before I put her down again. The torn up spot on my leg where she does her little cat knead-y thing will be healed and gone before I see her again. This makes me very, very sad.
There is laundry to do, and sewing projects to start and finish, and yards and yards of fabric to sort, and paperwork to be gone through, and taxes to be done, and I suspect that most of it will go undone because my life is all about jumping off of cliffs.