I've been whittling away at my List in the past two days.
I am temporarily caught up on my sewing.
The dice bags are stacked, tagged, and ready to go.
Big E's club is having its annual gaming shindig,
and I needed to get the pre-orders labeled and packaged up
before we head out on our family time.
Strawberry jam has been made,
as has homemade pizza dough,
muffins with raspberries from our yard,
and chocolate chip cookies for the week's tea treats.
I whipped up four tiny drawstring pouches,
in bright pretty fabrics, set on necklace length cords.
These are for Sweetheart G to store her bite plate in while she eats.
Itineraries, lists, maps, and instructions have been compiled.
The filter on the air conditioner has been cleaned.
Laundry continues to move through the system.
My shirt drawers have been culled and reorganized.
Phew.
Is this it?
Am I caught up?
Wow... um I thought "caught up" would be a lot, ah..
cleaner.
Oh right... cleaning, that would be me.
This must mean I need to make a new List
which starts with "Wash floors" and ends with "I give up."
Oh and Big E likened my voice to that of a worn out, used up, old...
um....
well there's just no polite word for that is there?
It must be time for a vacation!
Edited to add:
So Big E pointed out, that perhaps the tone of our conversation about my malfunctioning voice might not have been accurate out of context. So, I am here to say definitively that the man was not making fun of me. I started the conversation, and he just joined in.