A Molasses Day

It’s not like I don’t have a million things to do today, but it is like I can’t concentrate! Does that ever happen to you? I’ve been sleeping like a log ever since Kathy’s wedding and feeling super productive, and then—for no known reason—I had trouble sleeping last night and woke up feeling like all I really wanted to do was go back to bed! However, when I finally decided to break down and take a nap after lunch, I couldn’t sleep because I was anxious about everything I have to do!

So, I begrudgingly got up and started working again…in even slower motion. I’m trying to prepare my message for the ladies’ at Mel Trotter, but that was going nowhere very slowly, so I decided to finish the ironing and writing notes in the Armstrong Archives. That reminded me that I didn’t know if the copy I sent to Germany had arrived…and a quick email, which reminded me that I’d wanted to send a thank you…and respond to several friends, and then Jon got back from his lunch appointment…and then Joel got back from class…and then the phone rang. I call such days Molasses Days, because I can’t really seem to get done what I think I’m supposed to be doing.

So, I’ll try again. But, before I do, I’ll pass along this story just in case you need a smile:

While taking a routine vandalism report at an elementary school, I was interrupted by a little girl about 6 years old. Looking up and down at my uniform, she asked, “Are you a cop?”

“Yes,” I answered and continued writing the report.

“My mother said if I ever needed help I should ask the police. Is that right?”

“Yes, that’s right,” I told her.

“Well, then,” she said as she extended her foot toward me, “would you please tie my shoe?”

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