The best laid plans…
Ugh. What a summer. I had all this reading I was going to do. I was going to establish a regular gym schedule and finally lose that 20# that has been plaguing me for the last 18 months. But no.
D and I are moving to a new place. We've spent the better part of the last two months trying to get this one ready to sell. I am so sick of painting. I am tired of moving crap for new carpet. I am tired of putting it back. I am tired of not being to just sit and enjoy my house. You Cancers out there probably understand why I am so irritable these days.
It's starting to feel like that old mathematics riddle: "Assume it is 1:00pm and you are 10 miles from your destination. If you halve the distance to your destination every minute, what time will you reach your destination?" The answer: never. You can always continue to halve the distance to your destination and (theoretically) never get there. We've made a lot of progress, but there is always more to do. Of course in the real world, you eventually get close enough to call it good (around 1:18pm give or take). I wish there was a mathematical way to predict when we'll get to that point in our preparations. Hopefully some time in the next couple of days.
What this means is by the time I am done at the end of the day, I have had it. I don't want to read. I don't want to write. I just want to sit and veg. So the books I had on my list remain unread. Thoughts I've had about what I have managed to read remain unwritten. And school starts again in three weeks.
See you in April...