23 9 19

All the numbers are extremely ODD this day, two (2) PRIME numbers and 9 (nine), and it is a Monday. I am grossly mired in a state as I missed the last train out of Procrastination station and I need, no MUST regroup and motivate quickly for I am certain I will die.

Absolutely nothing to look forward to this day. If only the State Fair were open.

But please do not fret or worry because the need isn’t there.

I have a small, short and simple list of things that need to do or be done. I mean if worse comes to worst I COULD sentence myself to one (1) hour of domestic abuse and say fold laundry. Or non-stop cleaning.

One must discriminate between marginally depressed and unquestionaly loonie.

I think I will start slowly and ship a corkboard completing an order taken in Houston. This was for a 12x and I am intrigued and wanting a smallish inventory of the 4x so I am planning to call Leon for help and a bid on cutting the pieces.

I have some leftover tiles that I want to make a table out of and Donnie gifted me a huge piece of reclaimed cedar that is perfect for the legs but it needs to be cut. I need a low, rugged, solid utility table for heavy use on the back deck.

I am looking at six (6) naked shore birds to my immediate left that are in various stages of the carving process and there are at least three (3) more in painting. A number of tropical fish are in the paint shoppe as well.

Such a funk. I am thinking I slept in and was awake but took a series of short naps during the dark hour and my internal clock is off.

THAT’S IT. MY INTERNAL CLOCK IS OUT OF SYNCH.

Now I am SOOOO Happy .