zird is the word (lizardek) wrote,
zird is the word

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Is there something to write about that doesn't sound trite? I feel banal, boring, uninspired. My mind skids in dizzy circles, enumerating the things that need to be done, the things I can't get out of doing, the things I have to put off doing, the number of hours in a day which don't add up to enough. 24 would seem an overabundance, but 9 8 7 6 are eaten up by sleeping and 8 are eaten up by working and suddenly it seems I only have half an hour left each day to do all the things that are clamoring for my attention, and that's not even the household chores which have dulled to a low background roar. I've told at least 2 people I would do something and have not done it, one has been put off for weeks. I've found time to write in this journal, though. My priorities are obviously skewed.

How do you prioritize? Do you just take the things that are the most pressing and let the rest fall, like chaff, to the winds? Am I losing it or is this just the typical heading-into-winter-blahs? Hibernating sounds good, curling up in a cave, nose pressed into my furry side, emerging six months from now svelte and eager for spring. What a diet plan that would be! For the healthy-lifestyle-eating-whateveryouwanttocallit course I have to keep a food journal. I have to write down every single thing I put into my mouth...FOODWISE...for the next 6 weeks. This is not good. We're heading into julbord season. Christmas cookie season. The season of turkey, stuffing and mashed potatoes. My food journal will groan and lie limply on the couch, with its pants unbuttoned. It will surreptitiously wipe whipped cream (from the pumpkin pie) off its front when someone asks if it's being "saved for later." It will dab at the gravy stains and then fling up its hands in resignation. It will try very hard NOT to eat those Christmas cookies and it will probably fail dismally but who can resist CHRISTMAS COOKIES, FOR THE LOVE OF PETE??

Did someone slip the internet a mickey this evening? It's leaning drunkenly to one side and slurring its words. Snap out of it, internet! Look alive!

I have things to do, and things I want to do, which are not necessarily, and in fact, not often, the same thing, and yet I am still sitting here working on this entry. One load is tumbling in the dryer and another is being shaken AND stirred in the washing machine. The kids are sleeping, arms akimbo, and it's quiet in the house. There is no music playing except the endless loop in my head. Right now it's the first few lines of Blow, Blow Thou Winter Wind which we sang in junior high choir and which seems appropriate to the weather lately. I have talked to my husband on an international call no less than 6x today which amused me mightily for various reasons. Perhaps heading to bed and reading a couple of chapters is what I need. Or watching the tape of West Wing recorded from last week. Any other ideas for prying myself out of the doldrums are welcome, provided they a) require no money, b) require no time commitment (have you SEEN my calendar lately?) and c) make me laugh.

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