Okay, I've been sitting on my ass all morning. What I really need is an Ejector Seat. I'll just press the red, glowing button and through the magic of technology be catapulted on my way to productivity.
As if.
I have a list of things to do today, and nothing is really calling out. I have to: paint Kole's bedroom, do the dishes, go grocery shopping, make lunches for the next couple of days, wash the kitchen floor, vacuum, do banking, call my student loan officer. Is there anything on this list that would call out to you? I thought not. Simply put, I have a hectic shedule of mundane tasks, but nothing exciting to look forward to.
My secret dream is to travel. Just work and work until I've got enough money to take a leave of absense and pack 2 bags and a carry-on. (The carry-on is Kole, hehehe.) Yes, we'd hop on a plane and go somewhere warm. Bask in the sunlight, and to hell with UV rays. We'd tan in the day, laze around by the pool. Fine dining on local food. Go hiking in the morning. Smell new scents, picture unimagined sunsets. Play in the sand.
My secret desire has been turned away. I think. I really can't say anymore, but the next day or two will tell all.
I can get lost in words. Tasting phrases that describe moments of content.
I can definitely ramble. Ramble on and on.