Oh God, Oh God! (and I mean that reverently) Help! It's day one of unemployment (again) only this time that house is spotlessly clean, it's too early to wrap Christmas presents (though perhaps not too early to start to hand make cards....hmmm.) I don't have the funds for a major bake-a-thon, I'm afraid to spread the scrap book stuff all over the dining room table because The Hub looks disprovingly upon that sort of "mess". I've got my "No Sweat" tee shirt on and I'm ready for action!

Only, I don't have a job to go to.

I forgot about this, the other component in the equation that makes me take on some of the world's crappiest forms of employment: desperation. Somehow, the need to be useful has become almost the definition of my personality. Working on my novel won't do it - there's no immediate benefit to anyone else in that....and this thing inside me that is really, actually, jonesing for a project will not be satisfied by delayed gratification.

Moreover, everywhere I turn I'm confronted by my physical limitations. I could do laundry...if I could lift the bottles of detergent out of the back of the car and carry the laundry and the bottles down the stairs without a handrail....which I can't. I COULD throw the laundry and the bottles down the stairs but then I would have to get down the laundry covered stairs without a handrail. This strikes me as unwise....which I think is actually a sign of progress. I few years ago you could be pretty sure that The Hub would come home and find me, laundry, bottles, and all stuck and probably injured at the bottom of the stairs to the basement.

Well, at least the blog will have fresh content...even if it is just me whining and complaining.

I think I'll go brush the dog. That has an immediate benefit for him, and for me!