Recently, I’ve been going through Hyperbole and a Half. It’s a wonderfully humorous blog by “Allie.” She’s a wonderfully creative artist, and many of her posts reflect my inner child. This one explains my inability to address envelopes, open bills, put mail in the mailbox, and keep up with my e-mail!
Just like Allie, I have “spurts” of activity in which I try to “catch up” with everything I’ve left undone in my entire life! I have nightmares of trying to find where my final exams are being held (that was the quarter I had Mono and couldn’t attend most of my classes – I still wake up sweaty with tachycardia). My activity level goes from about 5% to 90%. I frantically rush from room to room, picking things up and putting them down somewhere else. Eventually, all energy gone, joints burning, muscles aching, I collapse in my precious recliner and lie back. All the things I picked up are now in the wrong places, but different wrong places than previously. The Swiffer dry mop is leaning crookedly against the wall in the dining room instead of in the cleaning closet. The Swiffer duster is resting precariously on the edge of the buffet. The litter pan is empty in the bathroom. I need to refill it. The cat is yowrling – needs to be fed – Emmy is staring at me – she needs food, too.
I’m sitting, compulsively playing “Majong Titans.”
Finally, I drag myself up, feed Emmy, fill Magnus’ litter pan, and tell Himself I love him, and to please don’t be mad because I “did it again.” Himself hugs me.
Maybe next time . . .
I’m no artist, like Allie is. I’d search for more appropriate illustrations, but it’s just too much for me to handle at this point.