Tonight, I have good reason to suspect that someone has once again wandered off with Me and replaced Me with a stunt Goddess or possibly yet another Evil Twin.
I mean, really: It's Thursday night, and how many times have I practiced clarinet this week?
Four. That's right... Every day since My last lesson.
Over there on the music stand (on top of the David Hite book Melodious and Progressive Studies and My clarinet practice journal) are some forms to be completed this weekend.
To My right, leaning up against the Linux box, there are exactly zero bank reconciliations to do and zero bills to pay; just a couple of forms that I need to drop off at My Credit Union sometime in the next month or so.
I've also been running errands all over the place, and doing some serious typing at work. Today I logged over 12,000 words of medical transcription. (To put this in perspective, if I could type like that for NaNoWriMo, I'd finish My novel in four days instead of 30.)
To make this bizarre situation even stranger, we're just minutes away from October and the weather is beautiful. I expect to get some serious yard work done this weekend, and also install some lovely new High Places (sundry ramps and platforms) in the Cat Gazebo.
And there are two or three computers I'd like to work on, too.
There's only one thing I'd like to know right now:
Why *is* this desk still messy?
(Evil Twin scribbles 'Clean desk' on scrap of paper)
(Springy G seizes paper and tears it into itty bitty pieces... Over the garbage can)
*sighs heavily* Awright, pass the %&@#!! dustpan and let's get this over with.