I Don't Know About You...But I Feel Like...(finish the sentence)
OP ^
I sit in air-conditioned comfort, looking out the window, adding to my List of all the things I can accomplish in the house and outside..
Buzz through house chores...yeah, go outside...feed animals, mower ready, weed whip, air tires, oooh, paint this little thing, gather up fallen limbs...uh...humm 20 more things on my list...AND I'm pooped! Go check the laundry...ooh, had to pass the cookie jar.
Pause...crunch, crunch, yum.
Dog wants to play, toss a toy. Watching grass growing, mower out of gas. Looking for my energy. Oh, oh, still have coffee in the pump...yeah. Sit and drink coffee, looking out the window, looking at my list, looking out the window, huh....reality, my mind is more energetic and capable than my body.
Tomorrow another day...REPEAT...lol.
I always have a list, add to it everyday, and never finish it.
Blessing in disguise? If I ever finish my list...then what ? No purpose?
Taken