I will tidy up the apartment by making the bed, emptying the dishwasher, and fluffing the sofa cushions.
I will sit at the dining room table and organize my budget, pay bills, and clean out my appointment book.
I will write ten more thank you notes.
I will write a Target list, clip my coopuns, and fetch my reuseable bags.
I will go shopping at the Targets and will sit down when I need to and I will leave everything in the car for my Jersey Boy to schlep.
I will put my eighteen year old sweatpants back on and I will go into the cube room studio for one hour.
I will make us a healthy and delicious dinner.
I will stitch...something...anything.
I will brush my teeth, wash my face, and pat Stewey's little box before going to bed at a decent hour.
(blank stare at the walls)
I will chuck the manifesto into the bin, click on the TeeVee and watch Flosstube videos all day, order Mexican food for dinner, and stay up way too late fretting that I didn't get any stitching done.
(At least I'll be able to say I accomplished one thing on the damn list...right?)