This has felt like a month with no finish line – a never ending string of Mondays and Tuesdays and I’m tired of it. I’m so done of January I’m even cranky with Alexa. Yup, the perfectly calm and pleasant voice of the granter of requests is seeing a side of me I usually keep under wraps. It wasn’t Alexa’s fault the cake burnt – I was in the middle of reading a book when I asked her to cancel the timer and the chapter was longer than I anticipated. I only remembered the cake in the oven when I smelled it burning – I blamed Alexa anyway.
When people ask how Penny is getting along with her training I blame the weather for our lack of progress not the fact we haven’t done our homework and have been playing hooky for the past six weeks. I’m pretty sure Penny would still be a devil at the end of the leash if I was taking her for walks, but I’m not.
I got Christmas put away with the intention of picking up a paint brush and finishing the bannister I left half done before the renovation began. Alas, the painting supplies are still buried in the cupboard under the stairs and my project is no closer to being finished than it was when my intentions were good.
I’ve spent most of January with my nose stuck in a book – actually many books. I’m an all or nothing kinda gal, if I’m reading I don’t get much if anything else done. I’ve been meaning to get back to blogging and have even given some thought to what I might say – I talk a good story but haven’t written one in ages.
If Alexa has been listening to the going’s on around here rest assured she is as bored as I am. She is probably sick to death of the drone of the television – tired of bingeing on shows and movies she’s already heard. January has not been a cakewalk for her either, you’d think I could remember my manners when I talk to her.
February is so close I can almost taste it and all the things I’ve been avoiding for the past too many weeks are poised to pounce. That poor short month has no idea what’s in store for it – but right now I’ve got to fit all my procrastinations into the seventeen weeks left in January.