The weekend included record-breaking heat (note to self: don’t vacuum the apartment building when it is that hot unless you want to battle a headache all damn day), a lot of sweating and noisy fans, a kiddie pool purchase for Finn, pancakes with strawberries, whipped cream and walnuts, a Moroccan Feast with friends, hailing a taxi like a pro, picnicking in the park with The Fella and generally being very weekend-y.
I did not, however, do such tasks as: pick up cigarette butts around the building, tape off my bedroom to be painted, book my hotel for BlogHer, clean the vacant apartment, or organize my cd collection.
But to my credit, I did painstakingly manually move all my links from my blogroll to a page at the top of my header and then broke them down by letter of the alphabet. I have not managed to alphabetize them within that though because my brain was mush from all that concentration in the heat. If I missed you, please let me know. I’m not trying to dis anyone. I just got lazy near the end.
Lazy. Now that’s a word I’m trying to learn to embrace. I am typically never lazy because the guilt from being inactive plagues me. Maybe if I started referring to it as “recharging” I wouldn’t have such a hang up about it.