Time Flys

How did it get to be Friday all ready? And September? I just got back from vacation and all ready its Fall. Its dark in the morning and getting dark at night. This isn’t cool. I was on vacation last week and now its Friday all ready. I’m glad vacation didn’t fly past like this. Or maybe it did, I wasn’t watching the clock.

It was just Monday. I just got back to work and now its Friday all ready. It doesn’t seem possible. Its good thing, you know, Yay Friday! This is a three day weekend. Yay. I mean, I’m going to go into work on Sunday, but then I have the whole day Monday off so that’ll make up for it. I want to go in on Saturday instead but I think I’m going to be canvassing, or I will be canvassing if I call who ever it is who sent me the email and tell them I’m going to be canvassing. I should be cleaning. The house is a mess.

I was going to clean before I left and then I decided to clean after I got back but I haven’t cleaned and I’m back. The house got dirty while I wasn’t here. I think when I’m here there is enough air circulation to keep the dirt from piling up like it does when the house is empty for a while. Kitty does his part too. He dusts, but he dusts places I wouldn’t see the dust anyway, like under tables and chairs so I don’t really think he’s all that helpful cleaning wise. I would like him to dust the tops of things I can see , but he might then knock things off the tops of things and cause more mess. Damned if he does and damned if he doesn’t. Poor Kitty.

And there is the chance that the storm will come here. It’s a small chance, one that shrinks every time I look at the weather maps, but still. If it does come here the outside of the house will be just as trashy as the inside of the house and I will have to clean it too - probably before I clean the inside because the outside is out where other people can see it.

The house across the way that I went to the estate sale at and then the people put it up for sale, sold the estate as it were, well, it sold and the woman who bought it works with me. So I have even more pressure to keep up the outside because now some one I know will be seeing it and I don’t want it to become workplace gossip that I wait too long to mow the lawn or that my shrubbery is getting tacky. It’s a lot of pressure. Santa is really going to have to being me a edger/weed wacker now. I have a reputation to protect.


Where did all the days got his week? I haven’t gotten anything done this week at all. I got some filing done and this huge time consuming copying thing came along so I know that I did something, but it isn’t anywhere near the something I had planned to get done this week. I was going to do it all. In the weeks before I left for vacation I was a machine. I was motivated. I stayed late every day I came in for hours over the weekend, I got a huge amount done... Now, post-vacation, I just don’t feel it. I’m tired. I did all that work and now its like I didn’t do anything after all. Everything just grew back, like I hadn’t done all that work. This must be how my lawn mower feels all the time.