Yesterday I engaged in recreational website design. You know where you decide to try to copy and improve on an existing website just to see how well it might work...
And then some nebulous later time obsessing about fonts for this imaginary project you have created...
That was yesterday afternoon.
Today I had a brief surge of energy and industry in which I did a major declutter and rearranging of downstairs euphemistic playroom.
What is a euphemistic playroom? The dumping ground for all objects unwanted, unknown, unloved, unsorted, unused...
Boxes of papers to sort from last decade. Last millennium. Broken rocking chairs. Extra beds and kitchen tables. Obsolete computers. Semi-used exercise equipment.
Dried lumps of play dough. Wrinkled and torn book jackets for books we no longer own. The ghost of Christmas past and possibly the tooth fairy. Anything could be hiding beneath the first few layers.
Engaged in energetic, enthusiastic sorting and sweeping of the euphemistic room. Even relocated several large pieces of furniture.
Then ran out of steam.
Tapped for 40 minutes because I could not go to gym today.
Now no energy to spare for foldstravaganza (dealing with many piles of clean laundry) or dealing with the room that actually needs to have furniture moved around.
Instead nap with daughter. Sleeping right now. Both of us. And I have dreamed up this post.
Apologies for any weird autocorrect. While sleeping I post from my phone.
Took meds and other stuff that is virtuous.
Quaker, teacher, parent,