To tell you how quiet/bland/uneventful my life currently is, I mopped my kitchen and bathroom floors this weekend. Granted, that was a task that had been on my list for, well, I'm not even sure how long. I'd swept them and run a Swiffer over them, but they really needed a mop. It's kind of nice to walk into the bathroom and not see four inches of dust (wide, not deep, by the way) on the floor by the wall.
Now that's done, I'm not sure what to do next. Perhaps I should dust my bookshelves. The only problem with that, though, is I'm pretty sure I'll be distracted by a title or two, stop to flip through them, then take one to the couch and that's the end of the dusting.
I could clean out my cedar chest, dresser and closet and donate some of the clothing I haven't worn in a year or two. I could go through my books, music and movies and do the same thing (not that I wear these, but you know what I mean). However, the likelihood of distraction is about 100% in all cases. I suppose I should just bite the bullet and get those tasks done.
With all this "free" time, I should be practicing the piano, too, so when we can get back to church and it's my turn to play, I'm not fumbling about the keyboard, trying to find the right notes.
Then there are the myriad stories floating around in my head, just waiting for me to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard). I need to finish writing the Christmas program for church this year (which is begun, by the way). At some point, I want to find my negatives and scan them so I have digital versions of my pictures.
Here's hoping the COVID-19 restrictions are lifted long before I can finish everything on my list.
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