My thought for the day:  Almost nothing is so bad that a little dancing won’t help. Unless you’re as uncoordinated as I am, in which case you could end up stepping on a stray Little People princess, causing you to almost drop the 30-pound-bag-of-water-with-a-ferret-inside that you’ve been struggling to keep on your hip during a particularly lovely little salsa number, at which point you might overcorrect by putting forth increased effort to lift the aquatic-ferret child, throwing your back out and resulting in a conversation with your children about why they are never to say certain words, even if Mommy accidentally says them in cases of extreme stress or pain. Hypothetically speaking, of course….

What’s on my to-do list: You’re probably surprised that someone like me has a to-do list. That’s okay, because I don’t. What I do have is a somewhat tenuous grasp on a vague category of events that need to take place and which will only take place if set into motion by me.

A few of these things at the moment: email Dallas Theater Center about tickets for Death of a Salesman; call propane company–again–and remind them that we’ve had this little chat about them being highway robbers many times before; quickly open washing machine full of wet towels that have been there since Monday and pour in a big slog of white vinegar and re-run the load; work on manuscript; go pick up heartworm medicine at the dog vet; call the horse vet to come check out Ri’s potentially-new horse; —you know what? As much fun as this little exercise is, you and I both know that it ain’t gonna happen. So why don’t I just quit pretending and move on….

What I’m listening to:  The Song of the Yodeling Veterinarian of the Alps. Okay, so I’ve been wanting to do a little “what I’m listening to” for a while now. And in truth, I’d hoped to be listening to something more indicative of my spirit, like Famous Blue Raincoat (Leonard Cohen) or Solitary Man (Neil Diamond).  Maybe some Dvorak, although I find it maddening to actually type “Dvorak” because of that whole missing “zh” thing.

But the soundtrack of my life on this day is—as is so often the case—Veggietales Ultimate Silly Songs. It’s not a total loss, though. I may not get to anything on my to-do list today, but when it’s all said and done I will be able to say that I learned to play Song of the Cebu on the piano. That, at least, is something….

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