I am doing the "jump up and run around" routine again today. I can't seem to sit still or to focus very well on a certain task. I do a little here, a little there. I write, I go outside, I come back in. Pick some flowers, put them in a vase, go back outside. Get some chicken out of the freezer to thaw. Go outside. Do a little housework. Check my email. Get up, make a phone call. Come back in here and write a few sentences. Get up for some water. Go outside. Mail some letters. Well, they are not letters. I have decided to mail back all those credit card offers to the senders. I rip off our name and address and stuff everything back into the "no postage necessary" envelope and send 'em on their way. Sometimes when I am feeling particularly testy, I fold up the outer envelope that the whole mess came in and mail that back too.
I am dizzy from running around my own house. I think I need a Qualude or something. Is that how you spell that? Maybe they don't even make those anymore. I used to hear about them in the 60's. Seems they were to calm you down, or were they sleeping pills? Geeze. Don't come to me for pharmaceutical advice okay? I can just see it.... You have a headache? Here try this Thorazine.
Did I ever tell you I worked in a psychiatric ward many years ago? Well I did, and it was fascinating. Come to think of it, I would fit right in now. I could be this lady:
Only more manic. Less serene. Kinda nervous and edgy. With a little bit of paranoia. . . just for fun.
Okay, I'm done. I gotta go outside.
(Why, praytell?)
Dunno. Just gotta go outside.