Fair

Fair

Staring out the window. So many things I’m supposed to be doing right now and instead, I sit here staring out there, where nothing is happening at all, just like here.

Even funnier, I have a pad of paper next to me on my table with the word “LIST” printed out at the top, the rest of the page totally empty, even though the pen is resting above my ear like some new fashion statement. My head is spinning with things I should be doing. I just can’t seem to pull them apart in any kind of order, or find a starting place.

I probably look calm as a cucumber, just sitting here, making plans. In reality I feel like I’m about to explode. If only I could time travel to the future and have the next few days be over. Or maybe to the past and have more time to organize this mess, or get out of it altogether!

Which gives me an idea...

Suddenly I don’t feel so good. I’m sure I have a fever and, oh dear! I believe I just threw up! I just “threw” the pad of paper “up,” but nobody is going to ask for details on that one!

I quickly call Susan, “Susan! I’m so sorry! I just threw up. I won’t be able to help with the school fair! I’m so sorry!”

And then Susan said, “Nice try. You pulled this for the Bake Off. I’m not falling for it. Don’t be late for the meeting at two!” and she hung up.

Staring out the window. So many things I’m supposed to be doing right now and instead, I sit here staring out there, where nothing is happening at all, just like here.

And now add, kind of pissed off at Susan.