The day began with high hopes. I had the day off. Since I am self-employed I shouldn’t be overly excited when I don’t have work, but I was excited nonetheless. I made arrangements to meet another self-employed friend to finally see the film Never Let Me Go. I was excited to see a movie featuring angst, British schoolgirl tweed and itchy sweaters. Perhaps it would inspire me sartorially and help me say goodbye to my summer sundresses for a couple of seasons.
Unfortunately I misread the theatre times and our matinee dreams were dashed. Instead we drank coffee, lots of it, until I hit a caffeine wall. I took my jittery self home, determined to do a massive de-clutter of my massive clutter.
I am now surrounded by terrifying mounds that have tripped me multiple times and I am worried that The Sweetie will not find my broken body among the piles of hoarded rubble. I am staring at a bag of enormous nuts and bolts, belonging to what, I don’t know. I am smelling mildewy piles of fabric that I had been saving for the craft projects I never do, and something is making me extremely itchy. I am hesitant to throw out a large cardboard box that I have been saving to build a house for the cat because I think he is bored and depressed and needs a more stimulating environment.
I am vacillating between panic, despair and defeat. The only thing I can do is wait for The Sweetie to come home with tonic water and limes. I have placed an order for a gin and tonic and will try to clear a path to the freezer for easy access to the ice cube tray.