So this whacky life I lead here in Hoosierville seems to be turned on its head lately. I'm not saying that this is a bad thing, but my happy little routines are requiring fine tuning that I just do not have the capacity to embrace.
In other words....I have a head like a rock.
Now for those of you who joined our heroine last year, you might be thinking that the changes I reference in the title of today's post are related to THE change, but alas, it is not so. The changes just refer to me and how I spend (um, er, I mean completely waste) a day.
This means nothing to anybody except me, of course, but being the nut job that I am, I am feeling particularly peevish about not spending at least nine and a half hours a day thinking about drivel and how I'm going to share it with my reading public.
(You didn't think this all came about naturally now...did you? I spend hours and hours and hours thinking about crap I can tell y'all and sometimes I even pretend that I'm waiting for you to come to lunch so that we can have diet Coke and solve the problems of the universe.)
But I digress.....
I suppose that what I'm really trying to say is that I am sorry that I have been completely half-assed and absent lately. Trust me when I tell you that a) I have not been abducted by handsome British chefs and am presently in a castle somewhere learning how to braise meat, b) I've not taken up any other hobbies (like archery or falconry or nuclear physics), and c) I'm not hard at work preparing my manuscript for the Nobel committee.
Truth is that I've been sitting in the Happy Chair staring at walls and squirrels and birds and raccoons and the hind end of one very miffed little Jack Russell terrier who thinks I should just admit that I am powerless in the face of SpringTide and then get the eff on with it already.
Really. I'm not kidding. He's majorly ticked off and I have the puddles to prove it.
So what is a Spinster to do? Call in the authorities? Take a pill or something? Revert back to the "old days" when I knew how to strap on the spandex stomach holding in panties and get stuff done?
Naaaahhhhh. I'm going to go take a nap. And then plop myself in the sun to see if I can soak up a little Vitamin D. And then maybe, just maybe, I'll put a freakin' needle in my hand and will finally have something to talk about with you other than the fact that I remain.....
You ever-loving crazy ass Spinster who just can't seem to ever get her proverbial act together,