The frequency of thunderstorms coming through Tuscaloosa is just enough to keep my neurotic dogs from calming down. I have two huskies dogging my every step with a wild look in their eyes. We made waffles about an hour ago. They enjoyed them very much.
I am avoiding reality. I agreed tonight to be president of one of my clubs next year. I told them I would do it with the understanding that they knew the prospect scares me spitless. (Why would Google think spitless is not a word? Where have they been?) I have a dentist appointment in the morning - no, actually about 8 hours from now. I'm one of three hostesses for a club meeting next week - note to self, find that box of table decorations. I've volunteered to type recipes for OLLI Friday morning, so I have to actually be functional at 9am. I've volunteered to help organize ETRC meals for relief workers on two weekends. I've agreed to do the yearbook for my club. My therapy for Friday has been cancelled until further notice as Melissa had to have surgery. Plus she is leaving at the end of April.
I need to duct tape my mouth shut and quit answering the phone.
