The Myth & The Majesty

Twelve Things Happening In May (that I intend to observe) 1. My 25th birthday. 2. Shorty's graduation [a road trip west]. 3. My parents' 33rd anniversary. 4. My dad's 54th birthday 5. Mother's Day. 6. Memorial Day. 7. Opening of kayaking tours in Wausau. 8. A work trip to New Jersey. 9. A shopping trip to Appleton. 10. The Russian National Ballet in Wausau. 11. International No Diet Day. 12. No Sock Day.

Our building smells vaguely of ... Hm. I'm not sure it smells like anything most people would recognize. Normally it doesn't make it down to this end of the building, but today -- egads. Apparently it's the scent of neutralization. Whatever it is, it ain't pleasant.

Oy. What a day. I feel pretty lousy. Which means that in addition to feeling like crap, I've had to endure swine flu jokes all day. I really want to go to tango tonight ... but I'm afraid if I do I might actually pass out. Not good. April has been a month of nutcaseness, but it looks like May could be alarmingly similar. Not excited about that, either. Wow, I'm whiny. At least there's one road trip in there and some kayaking. It'll keep life interesting. (I could go for a distraction.)

On this month's soundtrack: Modest Mouse, Badly Drawn Boy, some new Jars, Norah Jones, ZZ Top, Weezer, JuteBlue, and Pavarotti. I think this is part of the problem. This rabid squirrel attention span of mine is not conducive to any kind of work. Not the things I should be doing, not the things I'd like to get done, not the normal things that I do almost every day. Seriously. I zoned out while filling my water bottle and very nearly flooded the kitchen. Okay, that's a slight exaggeration. But it could have been bad. Embarrassing at the very least. Something must be done ... I don't know what. Maybe it's time to camp out at the B again. They've gotta be getting tired of me there, though. It'd be a starting place, though. Get in the right mindset. Then maybe I could get something done. Novel idea.

Today's Yahoo! horoscope for Taurus: It's time to start winging it again! Get back in touch with the unconscious or subliminal forces in your life, because they always push you in the right direction. Act on your impulses, not your conclusions. Right now, moving through your life without thinking too hard about what you are doing might not be such a bad idea. You are used to thinking things through -- and that is certainly wise. But moving forward on a project does not always require a detailed road map. Winging it? Really? That usually ends in disaster for me. Fiery, spectacular, entertaining-to-outsiders-but-frightening-for-me disaster. I think I'll pass, at least for tonight.

Still bemoaning my lack of intelligence this past weekend where my bedtime was concerned. Aside from the cause, it's a pretty standard Monday. I'm tired. I'm staying busy but not overly swamped yet. I'm looking forward to heading home tonight. Not that complicated. I'm truly distracted. Bah humbug.

This is one of those days that the pages of history teach us are best spent lying in bed. -Uncle Willie on "The Philadelphia Story" Maybe it's not such a bad day. We need rain (particularly those of us without outdoor spigots for watering our yards). But it occurred to me halfway through my errands this afternoon that it's not the kind of day to be spent walking back and forth between your car and any building. No, today is the kind of day you spend thankful for a roof and a warm drink. And to think -- last Saturday it was 80° out there. Something seems to be going backward. At least I've finally got some energy again ... The first few hours awake I was completely useless. Actually, I think "dead tired" is more descriptive. Now, maybe I can get back to working on that mess I'm trying to turn into a haven ... Hey, it could happen.