It’s a made-up and self-diagnosed condition that I have.
Project brain.
I have projects on my brain and can think of nothing else. [I write this while at work because project brain strikes most intensely when there is a sermon to be written. For hopeless.]
I said goodbye to Dave last night; he leaves for a 10-day wilderness adventure in Michigan with a friend. Without him in the picture for next week and a half, I suddenly have a lot of free time. Hello, projects. Like these –
Shelves for my soon-to-be cleaned and organized home office. I plan to wander around Lowe’s soon to find necessary supplies.
Backing the corner curio cabinets [aka my gnome homes] with fabric.
New curtains for the office.
A baby quilt for a friend and quilted potholders for another friend.
A little quote word art and a little furniture rearranging.
Not projects, but also on my suddenly-lots-of-free-time schedule of hopes and dreams –
Those final two episodes of the second season of Homeland that wait for me.
The Grand Budapest Hotel. Must watch.
Weeding the garden.
Walks with Mabel.
… I think that’s enough for now. But before all of it – sermon. *sigh*
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