dog days of summer

Last night I felt like this. Except maybe not so peaceful. My brain hurts from the deadlines that are threatening to crash around me. Different deadlines, all requiring different parts of my brain, so no efficiencies to be had. I had a headache all day and my cheap sandals (not the pewter pair, a pair of copper lovelies that I purchased three years ago at Long’s Drugs (yes, I KNOW)  and each time I wear them I feel a small blister of regret) didn’t help, despite their sparkle.

Steve came home and made dinner, we turned on the Tour, discussed the concept of sportsmanship (should Alberto have stopped for Andy? I dunno) and then I fell asleep. It wasn’t dark yet.  At the respectable (almost) hour of 8:30,  I wandered from the couch to the bedroom. Woke up this morning before the alarm at 5:30, and am ready to clean my desk and negotiate with my brain and my deadlines. Thank goodness it’s a rest day for the Tour… I really need it.


About kim tackett

Northern CA marketing consultant, writer of very small stories, and drinker of very strong coffee.
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3 Responses to dog days of summer

  1. LisaF says:

    Only three days to the weekend. Hang in there!

  2. Leslye says:

    Well, I’m very impressed that in the midst of it all, you can still turn a fantastic phrase. Small blister of regret? Dang that’s good!

  3. Penny says:

    Ditto what Leslye said. Too fab a phrase!

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