excuses from myself.
And today I’ve got a blue million, mostly involving my attempts to get some work done on my contribution to my buddy Shelly’s Share a Square project. The dialogue goes something like this:
I can’t get the gauge right. (Stop whining. It takes a bit to get started, you know.)
My hands hurt. (We took a naproxen. It’ll kick in soon. Besides, the pain isn’t that bad. It’s not RA. It’s mostly the weather.)
Hey, c’mon, you gotta feed me sometime! (I will. But let’s get this square started.)
I want a drink of water!
It’s just one thing after another. And yes, I have scolded myself in the harshest possible terms.
And then I remembered this song.
Okay, I know, nobody’s really getting scolded here. But do you know, Timothy sounds much nicer singing “I don’t want to hear anymore” than I sound saying it.
And so, the whiner and the scold are settling down, and I’m actually getting a little work done now.
Sing on, baby. Sing on.