@postaday 158; #postaday2011.
It’s one of my pet peeves. When I hear people who are genuinely excited and happy about doing something but they say they are ANXIOUS I usually cannot resist and therefore I must inform them that they are instead actually EAGER.
“Anxiety? Anxious? GET IT?” I’m so tactful sometimes.
There are others, but, guess what? I’m too anxious to think clearly about any of them. First of all this blog entry is hours and hours late. I need to get myself to the pool for some mind-numbing laps, and I want to get home and the gang to bed at a decent hour. Before 10 would be so glorious!
Mostly my anxiety is about setting up pages on this blog, and how to move posts around. My idea is to start a June 2011 category for all of June’s entries. Then I’ll do one for the other months. Maybe go back into time, but definitely from this point forward. But I’m thinking I’m either too anxious to think clearly about it, I resent the time it is taking me to achieve the smallest things, and before I know it we all should have been bathed and in bed.
Tomorrow Sophie returns and life will get back to the way it’s supposed to be. This week has been very tense for us. I’ve enjoyed spending time with Charlotte, but the last two days we’ve been in town much later than I wanted to be. Today I left Wal-Mart in time to see someone pull out of The Mothership on a motorcycle and tightly wrapped in bright safety gear and a helmet. You know, if you’ve got a good head on your shoulders, it’s really a good idea to protect it. Someone would be very anxious if you didn’t.
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