While “The Last Mimzy” plays, I sit here and think. . .

It seems that lately I spend all of my time worrying about getting things done, but not getting them done! I’m so overwhelmed with trying to get this house in shape to sell, that I’m stuck. I certainly haven’t been working on my writing or my new ezine project! I had to tell my clients that I’d be out of circulation for the next 6+ weeks. Yuck.

We had a minor disaster here at the house this morning that ruined my plans for the day. A tree root that had probably been growing for years in our septic line, finally caused a clog so bad that we were in deep, well, you know. Why on earth couldn’t it have waited until we sold the place?? My oh-so-dear husband nearly had (okay, had) a conniption fit (don’t believe I’ve ever written that one down, although my southern upbringing let me hear it frequently! – had to look it up). Anyway, we lost yet another day of work on the house – after losing three a couple of weeks ago due to the weather-induced power outage.

We had a dumpster delivered yesterday. I’ve managed to get about three things into it. Hope it doesn’t rain tomorrow.