A FUTZINGDAY MANIFESTO, BY THE SPINSTER STITCHER HER VERY SELF

Today I will enjoy my paper and damn good while listening to the construction crew outside the bedroom window move piles of rocks around from place to place with the loudest construction machines on the planet.

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?)