Syndrome

So here I am again, a blank page staring at me and so much in my head waiting to get written out.

I called in sick this morning – mostly legitimate, I have a sinus infection but it truthfully isn’t killing me. What kills me is the idea of explaining basic accounting principles to people with advanced medical degrees over and over again, so I called in. Petty maybe, but there you have it.

My life is strange these days. Not so strange that it would make a good movie, but strange enough that if it were to made into a movie I wouldn’t recognize myself in it. I work Monday through Friday (usually), I hang out at home on the weekends with my dogs and bird, sometimes (not often enough) I go to the gym. I need to get a maintenance guy out here (I rent) to fix the garbage disposal and while he’s here might as well look at this aging washing machine and probably the knob on the gas fireplace because fireplace season is coming up soon.

I realize too that none of this sounds out of the ordinary, and I suppose it isn’t but all the same this life isn’t what I’ve ever pictured for myself. Maybe I have a fever and my thoughts aren’t right. Maybe sitting in my office chair wearing my fuzzy robe and a warm dog on each foot is making me nostalgic or whatever the word is for wanting something else. Maybe I’m just feeling sorry for myself.

Maybe I should take a shower and maybe get some laundry done.

But what I’ll probably do is let my puppies talk me into a good nap on the sofa with a ton of blankets and yet another horrible movie on Netflix. I have all day to actually do something, don’t I?