Much To Do About...

Are you one of those people that likes to keep up with things.  Maybe a list maker?  I sure am.  Right now my list consists of a folder with a legal pad.  Nearly every page has notes with a category at the top.  Comcast, Health Insurance, Auto Registration, Voter Registration, Apt. Contract.  I like working from a desk or a counter.  Standing up.  It feels like I accomplish more that way.  A stand up desk.  A stand up comedian? 

Gosh, it is funny.  All this stuff.  Everyone talks about it.  How did we get life so complicated?  Stop the train! 

As I sit on the sofa (I have no desk here), the laptop hot on my legs, I wonder what in the heck I am doing.  Why? 

My son and his family will be staying with me in August.  I move in two weeks to the condo.  This most likely will necessitate a trip back to NC soon - flying this time, dogs in a kennel, renting a car.  I am hoping to meet with a moving company who will estimate my stuff and move it within a week and a half. Then a simple fly back to my new home in the Granite State.  I shant worry on that now. 

My stress level has been way too high for too long. Why haven't I stopped the stress?  I often do.  I think it comes down to two variables, my little dogs.  I love them dearly but they are way too much work, too unpredictable.  I want to be dogless.  The sad truth. Yet I wish them no harm.  I just didn't put in the time to train them.  They are mountain dogs.  They don't walk well on a lead.  They drag me down the road. Cesar would shake his head.  I am not good enough for them because they annoy me with their naughty little habits.  I want more for them.  More for me.  I am not ready to part with them.  Mostly. I wouldn't trust anyone to care for them. I wish I knew someone who would. 

It's all in my head.  Really.  Much to do about...nothing.