vexed

I waffle between overwhelmed and bored. Do I find good music and daydream the day away? Do I hunker down, ignore the singing blue sky and check off items on the to-do list? Quandry. I'm here to muse, really for my own satisfaction; hopefully will remember the great release that words used to provide---way back in the grand, great hey-dey of personal philosophy.
That being said, today I will finish work, wince and sweat through an hour with my personal trainer (upper body today-ug), pick up my glowing 8 year old and assist in a Girl Scout cookie booth, make it home in time to dive into the bag of books I grabbed and skimmed at the library yesterday and then put Friday to rest. Might eat and shout a fleeting hello at my husband and young son along the way. And so the weekend begins.