(Play on words intended almost exclusively for a specific friend.)
You see, I feel a bit like the March Hare and the Mad Hatter are my social secretaries these days. (And if you must know, I do certainly mean the original Carroll versions, not the current big-screen interpretations.)
You see, I left work yesterday and went downtown for a meeting. I arrived a whopping two minutes early and hustled one row of shops down to Animal Connection, and still made it to my meeting basically on time. Then, home for a quick visit with the fur-girls, then a fun family dinner, then the firehouse…
I took photos for today’s planned post. I downloaded them onto my laptop, but evidently, I didn’t upload them to Flickr. (Can a techno-savvy someone PLEASE verify the correct usage of those -loading terms?) So.
I don’t mean to tease. I hate to be teased or strung along, but I’m afraid that’s what this week is going to look like, while I hop around to the manic beat my that seems to be my life. I say I crave calm, quiet evenings at home, but I must enjoy being busy, because I can recall being advised to set priorities and scale back on my activities way back into my childhood.
Most of my friends are busy. We schedule social time, just as we do everything else. The Knight is a fly by the seat of his pants kind of guy, causing me to adapt. So tell me… do you like to take life as it comes or do you prefer to grid it all out on the calendar?