We are getting things ready. Or at least we are supposed to be.
I haven’t packed a single thing.
Not for Hawaii,
Not for moving.
I keep washing things and then putting them away. Not in boxes. Just right back on their shelves.
Every dish and pair of socks is helping me in my procrastination.
Plus my darling babies keep setting up fort in the middle of my roadway.
Which I read as encouragement not to work. They must not want me to walk to the kitchen, why else would they build me such a huge barrier?
I’ll get to it.
Eventually. . .
For right now I’m gonna let myself be distracted by these beautiful little prairie dogs and their burrow slash procrastinating instigator.