Well, I never remembered. Don’t you just hate that? I sure do. It’s like walking around with your glasses on your head, while looking for your glasses. And my post from yesterday earned me a pingback for an article on hair loss. It was memory loss, people. The hair loss is normal. Everybody loses hair everyday. It’s a fact. I googled it. Everyone loses about 100 hairs a day. It’s the memory loss that bugs me. But as they say, since I can remember that I forgot something, I’m doing OK.
I hope my general anxiety level will decrease after the election. That might have a lot to do with my recent memory problems. I actually get flushed and my heart starts to thump when I read/view/listen to some of the bad rhetoric that is out there. Much like driving past a bad car accident, I simply can’t avert my eyes to the smears that are circulating. Desperation is showing. I can smell the dirt. (I incidentally told Maggie I could smell the dirt coming off of her in the tub tonight and she said “What does dirt smell like?” Like Dirt.)
I have run the gamut(sp? -even with spell check I’m not sure) today on emotions over these crazy quilts I am making. One minute I decided it looked like a bad home-ec project gone bad. Then a little while later I thought it was pretty cool. Then I was back to seeing only the errors I had made. I tend to point out my own errors to other people. I think if I stop doing that, some people would never even notice. So one is almost done, and then I only have five more to go. Yikes, that’s more than a quilt a week. I better get cranking. After an hour pinning the border, I can officially say I have given blood, sweat and tears for the cause. Next year I might just give them my checkbook.
Now it is time for these sore bones to head to couch to catch up on some real life – I mean – catch up on some mind-rot drama TV shows that I can watch and then remind myself they are made up in someone’s head, not the sad state of affairs actually happening at this very moment.