...or so it seems. Many of the silly little jobs are done. But what about that Big Project? What about the paperwork...and the business...and...
I was e-mailing with a fellow appraiser last night, and said I'd missed her during the recent appraisers conference in New York City. This morning, her latest e-mail said, 'But Cindy, don't you remember? We had several long conversations together.' And she's right. I felt like an idiot.
Like this blogger, I am just about ready to throw in the towel.
Husband probably feels the same way. He was supposed to leave for the office hours ago. Instead, he's still changing the oil, a job he told me would be quick "because this model of Cherokee's easy to work with." (Unlike our earlier Jeep Cherokee, which had its oil plug somewhere in the vicinity of Canton, China.)
"Let's run away," I urged Husband this morning, when he was still sleepily rolled under the covers, his hair sticking straight up. "Ten minutes will do it. We'll grab a change of underwear, Buck and his dog food, and hit the road. We don't have to be responsible adults any more."
But we do. Sigh.
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