Mad Doll Doctor

I had the day off today, but I have to go in tomorrow. I HATE working weekends. HATE it. It’s an abomination.

Today I’d planned to clean my house, work on some dolls, write a few posts, bathe miss Ginger, our poodle cocker mix, who is starting to look like a shag rug that’s been dragged through the mud and left out in the rain. I didn’t get any of those things done. Lately, I have noticed a definite gap between what I set out to accomplish and what I actually do accomplish…I have no energy, no enthusiasm for much of anything and I feel creatively empty. Maybe it’s just this gloomy weather. Or maybe it’s my age. Is life supposed to be over at 47?

Or maybe I’m just not using my time wisely, perhaps I should look into performance management. Or maybe I need someone standing over me, cracking a whip. I hope whatever the problem is, it resolves itself soon. I getting pretty sick and tired of feeling sick and tired.