I feel like a broken record, but I have nothing new and interesting to report. I am so jittery that at times I feel I might break into a million pieces.
I'm trying to do normal things - cook and clean, laundry, vacuuming - but it's not enough to keep my mind from thinking about Friday.
Here's an example of my thought processes:
I need to switch the clothes from the washer to the dryer. I wonder what I should wear on Friday? It's likely to be cold and involve a wait outside. Augusta's always windy. I wonder how many people will be there? I've got to turn the TV on. Maybe it will keep me occupied. What if the media shows up on Friday? There's been a fair amount of news coverage. That changes my whole wardrobe idea. I've got to talk to someone, but I don't have anything to say, really, so how can I call anyone? Let me put these dishes away. Maybe I should check to make sure all my papers are in the folder. I better check the list in my email again to make sure I have everything I need. And what time did they say we could arrive? Should I put the folder in the car so that I don't forget it?
And on, and on, and on.
I wonder if this is what it's like to be crazy. And not in a good, Wild & Crazy, way.
Out of the Mouth of Babes. Again.
15 hours ago