I used to be so managed – up by 5, breakfast in the diner before work, read on the train to the loop, work until lunch, shop and eat, work until time for the afternoon train back, 20 minutes with friends on the ride home, dinner and TV until eleven. I fit in everyone and everything. Like in the Addams Family theme song, neat, sweet, petite!
Then I retired.
Then It all went to hell without a hand basket or anything.
My trains of thought run off their tracks at any given moment.
Yesterday, I managed to forget to put away the leftovers, turn on the dishwasher and fold the clothes. I didn’t call the antique dealer, I didn’t find the landscaper, I didn’t do any grocery shopping.
What I did do was start this blog.