I'm in an irritated mood. I feel prickly and have the urge to hiss like a cat. I hope this cloud formation passes soon, but right now it's raining on top of my brain. I have already been hard at work, making lentil soup for the potluck after our concert, decorating in bits and pieces throughout the house, practicing our songs, which I no longer love at this exact moment. I hope some enthusiasm sets in by showtime. I'll tell you something, too, I hate to dress up, to feel obligated to be a bit dressy and figure out what earrings to wear and what do do with my hair. I don't improve upon effort.
My undone tasks are calling me, and they all seem dreadful right now. Maybe a big sense of relief will flood me when this concert is over, and the potluck, and I can just go home and get messy and listen to Christmas carols. Maybe.
I just glanced over at a pile of sewing on the table, and had an urge to make the bird ornaments I've cut out. That is what I would really like to be doing today. I'd rather make a bird than sing like one.
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