Hitting a low. I’m feeling overwhelmed by information and ideas and stymied by the task of trying to organize it all into a coherent piece.
My wall is growing index cards. I’m up to 20 taped to the wall and 3 in process. There are also 4 post-its, an e-mail, and the rubric up there. My newsprint of original notes is being overtaken by the notecards.
My aura is feeling crowded by Dot’s presence. Go grocery shopping or work in the garden or something!!
The pistachios are unsalted; good for my blood pressure but I like the salty taste.
Even though the project is not due until Monday I sense the deadline coming at me like a full speed locomotive.
Maybe it’s time for a walk.
