I was going to call to order a water delivery this morning, but then after receiving a call about a family member’s medically needed trip to Portland, I decided I would contact the company tomorrow morning. That way I would be able to put the order in before the weekend and the company could deliver on Friday or on Saturday with no stress from me about running out of water over the weekend.
Why is it that I knew it was Friday when I woke up this morning, but then at 8:30 a.m. I thought that tomorrow was Friday?
Result: I did not call for a water delivery.
Well, now to use the Adam’s ale sparingly over the next few days…
The days blend together and I feel like I am a step away from stepping off of the cliff of stress, or at the very least in danger of dropping one of the many spinning plates I am attempting to keep in the air while walking along the cliff edge.
I have three more weekend days to get necessary things done, including detailed substitute plans for the days I’ll be out (and in Portland).
This weekend I will have to make a point of putting those spinning plates down and looking out over the landscape. The view from a cliff is always breathtaking.
