Does anybody else remember the musical "Stop the World, I Want to Get Off"? It's old (like me) and it had that song "What Kind of Fool Am I?" in it. Anyway, the point is that I'm feeling a little bit like that. Ever since I've been home, it feels like I've been going full speed, trying to get everything done, and not quite making it.
It has been a busy week, and somehow I'm so exhausted that I can't sit down for a minute without falling asleep. Add in the little bit of 'after the good time is over' letdown, and it's a recipe for disaster.
I did seven loads of laundry in the last two days, and there are still mounds to do. How can people wear so much clothing? People don't ever mention what a laundry-maker it is to have dogsledders in your household. Having dogs is a messy enterprise, and as the snow starts to melt, we are left with mud season. Delightful, I tell you, just delightful. I especially enjoy washing caked mud off stuff - clothes, floors, shoes, the inside of the shower.
I'm also so far behind on reading blogs, I don't know how I can catch up. I find myself wondering how you are, and what you've been up to while I've been unable to check in with your blogs. I hope I didn't miss anything amazing - well, I always hope that amazing things happen to you, but you know what I mean.
I've decided that I only have two goals for the weekend: Finish the laundry and catch up on my reading. That sounds do-able, right? Next week I am going to write to my birth mother again, so I may start brainstorming ideas for that letter. If anyone has a suggestion, I'm all ears. Obviously, letter number one did not work, so this one has to be even better, more moving, more something. This one just HAS to make her want to call me. It just has to.
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