I seem to write to you as though we are having a conversation and life, as it does tend to do, helps my brain to skip and twist and twaggle resulting in each potential note to you being a run on conversation. This note makes my point with zero effort.
I started to tell you about what was going on with me in regards to my relevant reaction / responses… oh hell.
It was hot. It was crowded. I was anxious. Things hadn’t gone according to plan. At least not accounting to my plan. But that all began at 8:00 a.m. when one of the kids should have realized the rest of us had overslept… yeah. That’s the way the celebration began.
It is now 2:29 a.m. and I’m falling asleep. I’ll let you in on how things went. . . Later right? Time to snooze.
The plan, at this bright and bushy time of the morning, is to follow up with how I think I did. For example: was I able to control anger, frustration, irritation and lust after a sweet a classic candy red Corvette Stringray (1962 I think) convertible? OR did I lose any of my loosely joined marbles?
Talk to you more today. At least that’s. .. my plan. ;0-)