Epidemic

Puck crafted a blue “bow tie for Donkey” after breakfast while I continued disemboweling all the bags and sacks from the weekend. He’s so proud of learning how to tie knots and bows; I’m kind of surprised I don’t find my own shoes hopelessly knotted.

There was always just too much to do.

It was, by all American definitions, The Epidemic. Funny how I think I have too much going on and then I read about Catalina Washington. After serving as a nurse two years in Sudan, then at a hospital in Scotland for another two, followed by a short term in the deserts of Afghanistan as an army nurse, and now in Iraq… all somehow before her 31st birthday…

Yeah.

I’m super busy.

But just trying to sift through the load of church emails over the weekend is a ten pound chore. I almost missed Puck’s scheduled twelve o’clock sandwich in the throes of questions, news, and hierarchical lists. I finally sat down to lunch over a bowl of applesauce myself at 12:30.

Sometimes a day is nothing more than laundry detergent, mid-term grades, volunteer hours, Kindergarten curriculum, baked fish, and Tums. [I don’t overdose on the Tums.] I will confess at times like these it helps to have a son who will play with Legos for four solid hours. [I do not lie.]

Settling exhaustion.

Like watching a ship slowly sink into a scummy lake.

But who wants to hear about boring stuff like schedules and chore lists and “things I’ll never get done lists”? Time to kick this before the holidays arrived. Fortunately for my case, sometimes all it takes is the promise of a chocolate bar over a new Korean television program.

I’ll take my chances.