Apparently blogging has taken second seat to just about everything I do these days. It's in a close race with my procrastination. Actually I guess that's not entirely true. I write quite a lot. I just don't publish anything. I probably have about 2 dozen drafts sitting on my desktop right now. I have no idea how many I have in blogger.
I'm pretty sure all of this has to do with being ill. So I kind of think this is going to get worse until I get better. That kind of bites considering I really like blogging. Until I figure out how I'm going to fill the void I guess I'm going to probably be snapping more pictures, drawing more cartoons and leaving colorful comments on your blogs. I'm a bit undecided because everyday is different and tomorrow I might be sleeping. But that is my plan. Plus painting stick people can be hard work.
Right now my procrastination is working overtime. I somehow need to get a handle on this or find someone to help me. I have this plumbing thing I need to take care of in my bathroom and I finally bought all the parts a month ago and I have still not done anything. I have the wrenches sitting right there where I need them, the cabinet under my sink is empty to make working more easier and all I need to do is gather up all the parts (which are probably all scattered here and there or are lost by now) and start working on it. My wife has been telling me that she has a leak in her bath tub now for two months that needs fixing and yesterday she informed me that in 24 hours it filled up half the tub. I'm not a mathematician, but that's got to be a lot of water. Even my damn priorities are screwed up. I've been worrying more about my non leaking problem in my bathroom than what's actually happening in her bathroom. I think I will address this next Saturday. Maybe on Sunday.
Meanwhile, on the homefront. My youngest has busted up her leg. It didn't break. She just stretched some ligaments. I asked her what she was doing and she said, "I went down the slide...on my knees...while it was wet...so I wouldn't get wet."
I can see how she would have thought that that was the better solution. Because who wants to go down the slide only to get their butt wet? Knees are okay though because...because...huh?
It is Spring break and the oldest brought home a quarter ream of homework. How inconsiderate was that of all the teachers?
Get a clue.
Hope everyone has a Happy Easter.