ooooohboy!!!!!! This is ONE OF THOSE DAYS!!!!
One of the days where EVERY GODDAMN THING I TOUCH goes SPROOOOOIIIINNNNGGGGGG!!!!
Seems to be a rather more extreme Sproingy-Day than usual, too.
Forgot that today was Cleaning-Lady Day. So the wonderful Luz showed up as I was loafing and playing with the computer, and o’course the damn place is a mess.
DAAAYYY-UMMMMM!!!!!!!!!
- Leap up.
- Charge around.
- Put things away.
- Put things away.
- Put things away.
- Put…no! REPAIR this goddam thing.
- Repair another thing.
- Repair another thing.
- Put more stuff away.
Ohhhkayyyy…there! That’s done. I guess.
Now look at notes on computer and see I was supposed to have done a test for the corner doc’s office AND gathered some info for a young lawyer I may (or may not) want to recruit.
My dearly beloved lawyer dropped dead on the floor of his office a few weeks ago. No emergency being under way, I have lazily failed to recruit some other warrior…largely because I have no idea which way to turn.
* All the Old Guard lawyers I know have retired.
* Not having any luck getting referrals to any new folk.
* Found a young storefront lawyer just around the corner, but
a) Don’t know a thing about him; and
b) Have been too damn lazy to get off my duff and go see if he wants a crazy old lady as a new client.
Just now…well… Gotta say: I am just not in the mood to charge into battle over any of these damn things. Plus having the cleaning lady underfoot does nothing to facilitate dealing with exterior hassles.
Welll…..
Really, I should go over and introduce myself to the young pup lawyer up the street. Not because I need his services, but because it’s always wise to have a professional of that type on the string BEFORE you need his or her services.
Well. There’s really no hurry. So I suppose that errand can wait until tomorrow, since we have plenty of other distractions running just now.
Right? If I wait until the beloved Wonder-Cleaning-Lady is done, that will be one distraction out of the way. So then I can focus on the proposed new guy…and, failing him, work on finding someone else to replace my late, much beloved (and useful) lawyer.
What a Godsend our wonderful Wonder-Cleaning-Lady is!!! She’s in there banging and scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing. Gawd knows, I am in NO condition to clean house. She’s only about 3/4 done, and the place already is practically spotless.
And…continuing in the Department of Stupid Weirdness…
I seem to have dropped an entire size in my blue jeans. But the bathroom scale doesn’t indicate I’ve lost any weight.
So…. Either the scale is on the fritz, or something has happened to stretch my pants up an entire size (!!!). Which is another way of saying SPROIIIINNNGGG!
…..
Hmmmm…. Apparently the solution to that puzzle is (b): somehow I’ve dorked up my jeans so they no longer fit.