Loading...This morning my head is foggier than the Venice airport on a Sunday morning in February. I feel like all the things that I need to think about have congealed into a big green jell-o mold in the center of my brain. It’s wiggling a little, but no pieces of pineapple are springing through.
I’m having selling my car anxiety this morning. The timing is what’s worrisome. How long do I give myself to sell it? Will it go fast? If so, how can I get around without a car? I don’t even have a happy safe place to park my thoughts right now–everything seems “Ack” worthy. Plane tickets- ACK! Laptop buying- ACK! Should I buy new shoes- ACK! I should be coughing up a fur-ball by now. I think I’ll hide under my desk for a few hours.
Happy Friday!
