New Day

Thursday, August 29, 2024

I awoke early today because my dog was becoming noisy, which she does often. Instead of rolling over and ignoring her, I got out of bed, surprised to feel alert, and decided that all the dogs could go outside for a few minutes. I welcomed that early hour as an opportunity to catch up on my reading. However, now I want to return to bed for a little nap.

This morning is crowded with commitments—perhaps my early energizers and the disturbers of my sleep. I will try to ease a time burden by rearranging a little. A conundrum for one wishing to do everything is making tough choices about what to push aside or eliminate entirely.

When it’s useful, I like to fall back on Scarlett’s old line, “I’ll think about it tomorrow.” Or, here’s another of her’s that’s good, “Oh, fiddle-dee-dee!” Thinking deeper, maybe I will start mulling over the idea of re-reading Gone With The Wind and gathering more of its satisfying avoidance lines.

I’ve avoided thinking about this morning’s obligations as long as possible. What’s happening is that Pimmy is eating too little—her veterinarian needs to know. I’m meeting a friend who will teach me something new. My dogs are due at their veterinarian for inoculations, and a local online order is ready for me to pick up. I cannot be “thinking about it tomorrow;” it’s decision time right now.

Dear Friends: First up, the unresolved problem of Pimmy’s reluctant appetite. Diana