Swiss cheese
I have been seeing images of swiss cheese lately. Pictures of small cubes of cheese with holes in it on a platter, photos of sandwiches with the edges of slices in them sticking out, picture of a tee shirt with a block of swiss cheese on it and a mouse eying it closely. I don't even like swiss cheese that much. It has a nice kind of nutty flavor, but it smells like feet to me.
My mind has been working like it's made of swiss cheese lately. I sit down to write something, either for my blog or something in preparation for my meeting Thursday evening, and once I boot up the ole' laptop and get settled with my coffee I've forgotten all about those things I wanted to do. I think it might help if I turned off all extra noise in the house that just serve as distractors; and I can't even blame DH for the noise, because lately he has been reading a book on his computer, and not playing constant television shows.
Oh MS is playing its part in this, I'm sure, and I'm also sure it has to do with an old mightily ingrained habit - procrastination. Let's wait until the last possible minute to get to it. It has always worked for me in the past, but not always with stellar results, but with "that's good enough" results. I'm not particularly proud of this. But I do own it. And now that it's out there, as Muffie once said to me, "when you know better, you do better." So I'm off to write an outline of my incoming President's Speech which is on my TO DO list. I'll do it, but I don't have to like it.
Good night, TTYL, and Be Well,
My mind has been working like it's made of swiss cheese lately. I sit down to write something, either for my blog or something in preparation for my meeting Thursday evening, and once I boot up the ole' laptop and get settled with my coffee I've forgotten all about those things I wanted to do. I think it might help if I turned off all extra noise in the house that just serve as distractors; and I can't even blame DH for the noise, because lately he has been reading a book on his computer, and not playing constant television shows.
Oh MS is playing its part in this, I'm sure, and I'm also sure it has to do with an old mightily ingrained habit - procrastination. Let's wait until the last possible minute to get to it. It has always worked for me in the past, but not always with stellar results, but with "that's good enough" results. I'm not particularly proud of this. But I do own it. And now that it's out there, as Muffie once said to me, "when you know better, you do better." So I'm off to write an outline of my incoming President's Speech which is on my TO DO list. I'll do it, but I don't have to like it.
Good night, TTYL, and Be Well,
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