Ever had one of those days that is simply lived inside your head? Where you are daydreaming so hard you can hardly get anything real done? I am having such a day today. Lots to think and dream about, and lots to do that I'm currently not doing, or that I could be doing. Both in the immediate future (as in, today) and in the grand scheme of things.
I don't want to lose my life in the immediacy of the necessities of life. Really, I don't. I need to learn to dream.
Impossible dreams? I'm possible dreams? Best to keep them to myself, doncha think? Otherwise they might dissipate in a cloud of foolishness.
There I go again, calling myself foolish. Why do I always do that?
At any rate, life's too short not to eat cake for breakfast, I've decided. I did that today. I think I'll go make some fudge, fold some towels and file the edge of my bobbin casing to see if a homegrown fix will do until my new sewing machine arrives. Love the fact that I can eat fudge and cake and still lose weight. It's like having my cake and eating it too.
And while I make fudge, I'll think and dream. And clean up the kitchen while I'm at it.