Did you ever go to your mother when you were young and say, "I'm bored"? Then you found yourself with more than enough chores to last a lifetime. This somehow doesn't fit into the workplace world. All week I've had to search for things to do at work. I tell people "I'm bored. Is there anything I can help you with?” I even asked my boss. No one has things for me to help with and let me tell you being bored at work makes the day trail along like a snail leaving behind slim on the hot ground. Not fun. My day has picked up some today and I'm hoping I have anything, but a slow Friday tomorrow.
I'm in the midst of torturing myself with a book. I never thought I'd mention the two words in the same sentence, but there it is. It goes against the grain for me to not finish books. I've done it maybe twice and I haven't allowed myself to live it down quite yet. The book I'm reading is Fitcher's Brides by Gregory Frost. The end cannot come soon enough. I'm sure I am the only one who has felt this way about the book, at least I think. It just goes on and on. To be quite honest I don't enjoy the main plot subject of a religious movement during the mid 1800s. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth. The book WILL be finished before the end of the week that is a must.
My parents have informed me that the 3-day weekend holds much in store for the family. Much being chores. I know for sure there is a large fence with my name on it, to be painted. The house will probably need cleaning, as well as my bathroom. I hate bathrooms, at least having to clean them. I am crossing my fingers that this weekend will hold a few hours of relaxing peace.
Quote of the Day
Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops... at all.