Going a little bit nuts. I *feel* like being all productive and running up and down the stairs and around the house making “progress” on the disarray.
But.
I’m also waiting for a return call from my prospective job. Dammit. Which means that all I’m really doing is waiting for the damn phone to damn ring. And not going out for lunch with friends (because I wanted to stop playing telephone tag).
Chickita who was supposed to call me back had said that late this morning would be a good time for her. And what time is it now boys and girls? That’s right. NOT late this morning, but getting to be late this afternoon.
Growl.
Ah well. Laundry can wait until tomorrow. Kitty is glad to have company. And Mondays are meant to be slow…