Behind...Just a Little

I was walking through the house tonight, after sweeping the dining room, and noting the dishes in the sink, rinsed but not loaded because the dishwasher is still full of clean dishes (which I did a day late).  The laundry has already piled up significantly since our most recent trip, one of two in about a month's time.  Before each trip I was able to conquer both my laundry pile as well as my kitchen counters; just prior to the second trip I even rearranged furniture and got the back half of our house (downstairs) orderly so that Christmas morning wouldn't be like celebrating amidst a scene which might remind one of a bombed area or a looted house. Unfortunately, and what seems like too soon, I am behind again.  Much like I am with blogging.  

It struck me as I walked past the precarious placement of dishes in the sink, which is (if I do say so, myself) a masterpiece, that being behind in these things means that tomorrow I must just start with one thing.  One load of laundry in the morning.  Move on from there.  One blog post at a time, try to get going again.  

I'm not sure that I can truly get caught up...but I can be telling stories.  So, beginning tomorrow, I hope to start story-telling again.  And laundry folding.  (Okay, I don't really hope to fold laundry, but it has to get done. So...we'll call it hope for the sake of poetic writing.) 

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[Lorrie]

Glad you are back! I have missed your stories.