The gravy train of inspiration has left the station. The muscles in my back are all twisted, the eyes are closing and not interested in opening again, the legs begging for rest, and the neurons in my brain all shut-down.
Today is a hard day for inspiration. I cannot even think. I had to resort to taking a picture of me with a scarf and sunglasses to make it look decent. The muses are at this moment non-existent. There’s a lot of boxes, so I thought, why not to be the queen of the boxes. By now we have a love relationship. I know their measurement by heart and even name them. You must be thinking right now that I am losing it. Very close in that neighborhood.
When I sat on that box, I almost made it collapse. Packing by an amateur. Moi. It gives. Whatever happens, happens. I am taking my makeup, undergarments, and a few pieces of clothing with me so that should suffice. And there is…Walmart. I don’t remember life before this giant octopus.
On another note, tomorrow is the launching of Atlantis. Around 11 am, so watch history in the making. I know I will be watching it in my computer from NASA TV.
My beloved readers, friends and everybody else, today is a day getting closer to me contemplating taking that European style vacation. I am tired from the moment I get up. My life on the fast lane of packing. If I sound like a cry baby, I am.
So it was today…7 July, 2011, another day of working hard packing for my next adventure…and the muses having a field day without me.
Have a very lovely weekend. I will see you on Monday.
Your Happy Contessa
“It is what it is.” Someone very wise and practical.