Half
My house is half clean. My laundry is half done. I’m halfway through the book I’m trying to finish. My feet are half pedicured. I look halfway decent.
It’s like I’m stuck here at the nexus of optimism and pessimism.
My house is half clean. My laundry is half done. I’m halfway through the book I’m trying to finish. My feet are half pedicured. I look halfway decent.
It’s like I’m stuck here at the nexus of optimism and pessimism.
Dance with the Reaper 
I may sailing in your boat, except I don’t look half way decent by my standards. At this time of the day I am probably not going to get motivated to the things I should be doing either 😦
Tomorrow is a new day for both of us.
Blessings
Do you have a fear of finishing things? I’ve heard that the finality of finishing things can become associated with death, – finishing something off. I wonder if there’s some connection between your close call and a desire now to stay in the midst of things. Seems like a good excuse, anyway. Not sure what mine is… xo. love to you.
Maggie, I think you hit the nail on the head.