The sun will come out tomorrow, so I am doing OK.
I need to take a trip to the store, but it's raining. I'll do it tomorrow. Make an appointment - tomorrow. Defrost tonight's dinner - tomorrow. Clean out closets - definitely tomorrow. Seeds are still in their packages, potting soil bags are unopened, and layers of fall leaves clutter my gardens. Plans that are usually made this time of year, aren't. I might need a dose of Vitameatavegamin or a B12 shot to counteract these dreaded blahs. It started in March, but has its roots in November. Bare trees do that to me. Then the warm February came and some energy returned. The trees spouted buds and green was popping out of the soil. I was stoked as I anticipated an early spring. Then the snow, sleet, and ice came and the buds on the Willow disappeared. The beginnings of the spring bulbs lay under the white, thick ice that a sledgehammer couldn't penetrate. It has gotten warmer now and the season is proceeding as it should, but I am lost in my mañana-land and am feeling quite comfortable in it. I am sure my mojo will return - maybe tomorrow.
"The window she is broken, and the rain is comin' in
If someone doesn't fix it, I'll be soaking to my skin.
But if we wait a day or two, the rain may go away
And we don't need a window on such a sunny day.
Manana, manana, manana is soon enough for me.
Peggy Lee
How you doin'
"The window she is broken, and the rain is comin' in
If someone doesn't fix it, I'll be soaking to my skin.
But if we wait a day or two, the rain may go away
And we don't need a window on such a sunny day.
Manana, manana, manana is soon enough for me.
Peggy Lee
How you doin'
