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This neighborhood cat didn’t make yesterday’s post. He was loaded into the queue and I even went so far as to carve out a little space for him; and yet, it still didn’t happen.

This is the pattern of my days, lately. I go to bed with images of all I’m planning on accomplishing the next day. Delusions of grandeur. Makes for interesting dreaming, I’ll give you this much. But imagine my surprise, when the next day comes to a close and I’ve managed, well, not much.

My list is growing and growing; frankly, this sun break hasn’t helped any with this. If anything, the sun reminds me that there is yet another part of my life seriously overgrown and begging for my attention. I find myself staring out my window at the mess before me, wondering, “What was I thinking, planting those trees there? And why didn’t I think to put in bulbs last fall? Wonder what would happen if I pulled out the lawn in the front yard? Maybe I should paint the sidewalk lilac or sky blue or butter yellow; IZ won’t notice until it’s too late!” How much time passes standing at the window, I have no idea. Meanwhile I’m scheming to get the items on my expanding “to-do” list marked off so I can go putter in the yard.

I was fooling myself last December when I promised to take a year off. More delusions. Nobody takes a year off! This isn’t some sunny island in the Mediterranean. There are still things to be accomplished and tasks that have attitudes! They talk to me… in real words, in real voices. Just today my refrigerator took me to task for the sticky grime building up in the vegetable bin. You’ll be happy to know she has an affected Scottish lilt in her voice and can be pretty menacing for a Whirlpool.

MY GOD CALL A HEALTH PROFESSIONAL. Vicki?? Wait, where was I?

Seriously though, my list, my list is taking over my life! As productive as today was, I still didn’t get to everything. I hardly scratched the surface! And the nagging little things leftover are annoying. Not to mention they are starting to talk back at me. Call me paranoid, but I think they’re in league with my refrigerator.