Pausing

I am way too young for this, but that doesn’t seem to make a difference. What does matter is the insanity that began last year. I really don’t mind being alitoff, but it does bother me to know that there are times that I am almost completely, totally off my rocker and that it is a major struggle to control it.

Take this morning, for example. I was unable to find a critical piece of paper despite knowing exactly where I left it, and ended up going nuts and emptying out my car on the side of the road.

The plus side is that my car is once again well organized. The bad thing is that I am now completely discombobulated and out of sorts. And if I don’t try really hard to get a grip, this could last all day. A day which followed the night of howling coyotes, a day that officially began at 4:30 a.m., when the cat awakened me in order to demonstrate his impressive ability to projectile vomit all over the bed. At which point I thought it might be a good idea to get up and do some laundry.

And now, it’s not even mid morning yet. Well I suppose it could be worse. I could be in the path of a hurricane. Literally, that is, instead of creating my own!