The behinder I get


Young Master Duke just stopped me. I was rushing all around trying to get to a meeting I thought I was late for. That meeting is tomorrow. Sighs.

I woke up late this morning, and my brain was thinking… “There’s your problem” to quote the great James Hyneman and Adam Savage.

It wasn’t for another 20 minutes that I realized that I hadn’t given Duke his pain meds yets. So I sat down a second. He was quite gentle and patient with me. Then I saw that it was a day before the day I needed to be all over hell and gone again.

FFS. I do what I can. But then again, I was late for and already missed a meeting this morning as it is. I just like the one meeting.

Sighs. Life gets teejious.

Hugs my friends, I’m going to grab a cuppa and some stitching, and sit for a few. My brain, the hurrieder I go, the behinder I get. Hugs, -L

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