Stream of Consciousness

I can't keep up with this blog thing very well. Maybe if I KNEW a lot of people were reading it I could, but....who knows! My real excuse: I have been busy with work lately, plus have generally felt uninspired. Tonight I cannot sleep. I don’t know why. I had lain in bed and, among other things, thought about this neglected blog, trying to think of something good to write. In the end, all I came up with was just a bunch of disjointed thoughts, so here goes.

We moved our bedroom from the front of the house to the back today. We’re now sleeping in the “remodeled” room with the gleaming hardwood floors and new semi-fancy window treatments. When in there, it feels like we've moved into a new house. The old bedroom is now my office, very sparsely furnished with just a desk and small table so I can plop baby L in there with me while working without worry that she’ll get into something she’s not supposed to. It has been storming all weekend but I did manage to get in my seven mile run today. It felt crappy, but I am glad I did it. K mentioned today that he’s itching for a road trip. I was lost for ideas. Tonight in my insomnia, with the help of the internet, I discovered that I want to go to Cumberland Island. I wonder if baby L is up for a camping adventure. We ordered some carnivorous plants online several weeks ago and they have not arrived yet – what’s up with that? It is strawberry time again and we need to go out picking earlier than last year so the gettin’s not as sparse. The bees are doing well and, as K recently discovered, they are starting to fight off the ants that are invading their sugar-water food-store.

Ummm, I guess what I have on my mind would be better written in a bulleted list. And, of course when lying in bed trying to sleep I get the “worrisome” thoughts about bad scenarios. I don’t want to write about them - that would give them too much justice. I am turning into my mother…she does the same things apparently.

I can’t think of any more non-bulleted bullet points, maybe a good sign that my mind is winding down for the night. Oh wait there IS that looming dentist appointment. I have a phobia of dentists and I know I have dental work that needs to be done. I just need to think of it in terms of baby steps….just get in there for the cleaning, that won’t be so bad, at least maybe for the right side of my mouth that does not suffer the extreme sensitivity to cold (and certain foods like sugar and radishes) that my left side does. I am afraid of that cold water they spray in there to rinse, eeek!