Scrambled

This is me. This is my brain scrambled.

Each day I think I'll read and comment on blogs at lunch. And then lunch comes and I'm working on the auction list, or doing PR or picking up items, or updating the auction program or sending out hot sheets...

No problem... I'll read and comment on blogs when I get home... right after I make dinner, cook the dog's chicken for their dinner the next few nights. Make the salad I'm taking for lunch tomorrow and Wednesday, talk to K3 about her surfing habits.... And clean the kitchen.... And cuddle the dogs... And finish my laundry.... And fall asleep in the chair and wake up at midnight when TOG comes through the door....

And then I can't get back to sleep because my brain starts thinking about the auction... why won't that lady in Palm Springs call me back about the hotel? Can I get that second restaurant in Sonoma to donate? I need to update our website. I have to call and get that foundation to come through with a sponsorship. What is the value of that donation and should I put it in the live auction? Who promised me the free moving truck so I can get all the items to the pavilion?

So then I overslept this morning and now I have to go get ready for work and dry my long ass hair which ought to prompt the hot flash of a lifetime... and make it frizzy... And my office has gone from 3 weeks of sweltering heat to being frigid yesterday... time to bust out the sweaters? Layer up?

Wait, I forgot to eat breakfast...

Totally scrambled...

AG out

PS~ And what's with all the vivid yet weird dreams?