A very Long Week

I can't believe it is Saturday. I kept thinking it should be Sunday. My schedule got mixed up this week, and it is hard for me to think straight.

Schedule . . . I know at least one of my friends would laugh about me using that word. It usually isn't in my vocabulary. I make plans, I don't schedule. In my mind plans are adaptable, flexible and allow life to interfere. Schedules are more rigid. Whenever I think of Schedule, I think of a day planner with every hour ready to be accounted for.

My life is planned around events. Projects dominate my life, and I flow from one to the other. I don't need to finish one to start another. As an example: It has taken me all day to write this blog because I remember things that need to get done. I have gone grocery shopping, done the dishes, read a good book, scrubbed the bathroom, and played with Daniel. Every time I passed the computer I would add another paragraph or think "Right, I should finish that." At the end of the day I tend to have the important things done. Those things that are low on my priority list are put off for another day.

My week is viewed a little differently. At the beginning of the week I think about what needs to happen, and although I don't write it down I have a basic layout in my mind of how it should go. All went as imagined until Wednesday. Scott awoke with the flu. The 24 hour bug that needs another 24 hours to recover. So my projects for two days were put off as my Hunny was home and needed attention. Luckily for me, by the time that nasty bug made it to me, it was a 2 hour bug. I didn't even run a fever.

Thus, my weekly calendar had a two day postponement. Ah Well, Life moves on, and I am finally ready for it to be Saturday, now that it is 5 pm and almost over.