I Want Unending Krispy Kremes

This is a strange week. No responsibilities and yet the laundry is not done. Maybe having more to do than you can do makes you do more. I did take out the garbage and did a load of towels. See, I am getting some things done.

I am going to wallow for a few more days before I have to be the one that keeps everything going forward on a constructive and positive note. Translation: I will not feel guilty for reading only People Magazine. I will not be self-critical about not having organized all the basement. I will not feel guilty if dinner is only left overs and gellato. I do get to go to Krispy Kreme at least once.

With the help of my neighbor Mike, I have created this great outdoor room where the hot tub used to be. I need to find a good book to absorb me. My friend Judy from Idaho sent me Lance Armstrong's book "Every Second Counts." I was strangely compelled to read it. I learned a lot about ADHD in adults and about the Tour D'France. He has some interesting things to say and is very positive. I had decided to hate him because he dumped his wife and three children for a rock star. I ended up liking him in the end. I am going to the bookstore for a good book at lunch.

Oh, I found the skirt that caused the melt down. It was in strange but logical place. We have too much stuff. I am considering throwing away all the spare socks and buying new ones. I need a new purse. I have spent the summer hauling around a lime green gel bag. It is dying and now I don't think I can go back to my black leather coach bag.