Because it really is personal…

How often does it happen that you have one of those absolutely perfect days, where everything clicks into place and even the weather cooperates? Today has been so good my Inner Presbyterian is nervous. Surely a day like today will end in disaster, something must come along and balance the Universe.

Because, so far, it’s been unreal…I finally figured out that stupid color issue between my monitor and the printer, and got #2’s graduation announcements made. I walked to Willow Pond with Rosy and wasn’t even run off into the ditch one single time! Bathrooms were cleaned, a tasty sandwich aquired from Subway and eaten, buncha other stuff done and now there’s an asian inspired dinner ready to grill.

I keep waiting, wondering what I’ve forgotten to do, who’s going to be angry and inconvenienced by my thoughtlessness. I mailed the bills and a letter to my grandmother, the shirts are at the cleaners, #3 approves of his haircut.

Who’s going to call with accusations of something I’ve failed to do, or worse yet, something I did and shouldn’t have? Everyone has their favorite soap in their bathroom, the vodka decanter is full, Sweet Daddio has an assortment of bourbons to choose from, the dog’s bedding is newly washed and crates disinfected. I even cleaned out the litterbox.

What have I forgotten? Who hates me today? When will the other shoe drop? I got insurance set up on the truck, and cancelled the policy in Texas. The roses are fertilized and the snow peas staked. All day long I was thinking it was Wednesday but it’s not! Now that was a nice surprise. One day closer to the weekend.

It sucks that one can have a really terrific day and the feeling is tainted with the neurotic worry that one has forgotten something vital to another person’s wellbeing. I reckon I’ll wait for SD to get home and tell me that all’s well. Or not, so that other shoe can drop and I can relax in my misery.

Phooey.