The wind rushed through the opening in the car window as Mr. Muse and I made our way along the back roads on a much-needed frozen custard run. The custard – it called to us, well mostly him – Mr. Muse was going to go whether or not I was joining him. Who was I to pass up the opportunity for a Turtle Sundae though?
We’d been working at our To Do Lists since morning, though each time I went back to my list to check something off I ended up writing down another item to the end. Completion of the ever-growing list was becoming something of a myth though I did manage to finish a lot of it (even this blog post once I hit “publish”). I even made sure to put on a few items that were “for fun” like finishing a book (did it) and watching the newest arrival from Netflix (not done yet).
I forced myself to enjoy a somewhat leisurely morning today with a little pep talk that it was okay for me to relax a little bit… for a little while – the list would still be there. A little coffee with almond milk, a little reading of magazines, some bacon, eggs with hot sauce, and potato pancakes. I savored it all, at least until I glanced over at my list and all of the line items that weren’t yet checked off.
Yesterday the company owner called for Early Release mid-afternoon and after I got home I dug into my list, working on things until late into the evening. Mr. Muse started a batch of cherry wine as well and my normal bedtime came and went. Just one more thing. Just one more check mark. Just one last thing finished before I dragged myself to bed, exhausted, sore, eyes like each blink was done not with eyelids but with sandpaper. Still, though, I pressed on, finishing the last 20 pages in a book and then allowed myself to sleep.
And there I was this morning, breakfast eaten and I began to gulp my coffee as my eyes scanned my list. My foot started to bounce on the floor and soon I was up. I slammed the last of what was in my mug and headed off to change into work clothes. I have such a difficult time sitting still! I had single-minded determination to finish my list!
But, back in the car passing fields with center pivot irrigation, sentinel rows of plantation pine trees and Mr. Muse and I both took matching deep breaths followed by heavy sighs. The Cars were playing on the radio. The wind was blowing through the open window and I turned to Mr. Muse and said, “It feels like Sunday.” I yawned. He said he felt the same way and we fell silent once again, minds focused on frozen custard and avoiding our exhaustion.
I hope I feel like I got two bonus days at the actual end of the weekend.