I am slap worn out. The Chief took off work the last 6 weeks so we could "get some things done" and the main thing we got done was EXHAUSTION.
Bless His Big Chief heart, he's such a worker! and a fixer! and a repairer! and a doer! and a laborer! and a remodeler! Don't get me wrong, I'm so happy and blessed that he's not a slacker or the couch potato sort. Really, I am.
But here's the problem.
All the doing and the working and the fixing and repairing? It leaves so little time for sitting! and reading! and contemplating! and watching the Food Network! and baking muffins! and drinking TAB!
And we all know that those are some of my most accomplished spiritual gifts.
But The Chief has tried to convince me that I also have the gifts of:
misplaced tool finding
grout bucket washing
tape measure holding
general schleping of building materials
I'm just not buying it. I don't think I'm good at those things at all. He's just a great big flatterer. A sweet talker of the very worst sort.
Honestly, he should be ashamed.
But he's back at work today (Warning! Warning! Oil and Gas Industry! Get Thee Up Off The Couch!)
And believe it or not, I almost feel like I should be doing something. Accomplishing something.
I THINK IT'S OBVIOUS THAT I'VE BEEN THE VICTIM OF SOME TYPE OF HORRIBLE BRAINWASHING.
He has messed with my very essence, that's what he's done. No telling how long it will take to get my mojo back.
I shall begin with a TAB.
And perhaps then I'll go look at my cacti. And watch them grow for a while.
And then think about it.
I'll be back to normal in no time.