One of those days

It is one of those days, one where I slept in due to the anti anxiety med I took last night to calm my racing mind so that sleep was possible at all. I would have stayed up and let nature take its course but my eyes were swollen, blurry and burning from too many unshed tears, TV and computer time so that reading myself to sleep was not an option. I was awakened by a sweet kiss goodbye from Doug as he left to do battle once again in the name of higher education. I stumbled into the kitchen to procure my morning warm beverage, today's choice was spicy raw hot chocolate with raw almond creme to start my engines. I felt the need to talk about all the large and small dramas that I seemed to be plagued with right now but wanted to use my headset for any prolonged chat sessions. I prepared my drink, had a few sips, started to look at my email before tackling the newspaper and then had to jump and run to answer the call of nature that is the state of my colon for the past two months- it speaks, I obey- quickly and often. I decided to look for my headset in the last place that I had seen it, in my car. That innocent exploration led to 45 minutes of straightening, cleaning and organizing my vehicle. I did find what I was looking for and so much more. I knew that I was in trouble when I came into the house to find a vessel to contain the pens, toothbrushes, chopsticks and other items that are long and straight so that they could stand up in my between the seats console for easy access. Soon I was looking for just the right spiral bound small notebook to store in the same console so that I could always have paper and pen available in the car. I stopped just short of alphabetizing my cloth shopping bags by the logos on them. After bringing in the detritus from the car and placing in in the recycling or trash, I proceeded to empty the dishwasher so that I could empty the sink of dirty dishes so that I could make nut mylks so that I could refresh my now cold chocolate beverage with more raw mix and more almond creme. Of course if I was making almond creme I felt a little guilty that Doug had no Brazil nut mylk for his grawnola so I made that also. I then started thinking about all the calls I needed to make today and all the foods that I wanted to prepare. I then noticed that I hadn't made my drink yet after all that effort.
So I guess what I am trying to say is that, I have the motivation and the energy to kick ass in the getting things done department. I should have known that this was coming when I got a phone call last night from a distressed friend who made her needs known to me around something I needed to do and that prompted me to call my next door neighbor to witness some paperwork, traipsed over to her house in my nightgown and then faxed the needed paper work to my friend. I don't know if it made her feel any better that I felt compelled to alleviate some of her distress by getting that done last night but I felt better having gotten it done for her. That kind of move is the herald of the taking care of business mood that I find myself in right now. It runs counter to me taking care of myself in the way that my health dictates so I am attempting to temper the beast of manic crazy run don't walk energy that is threatening to take over my day. So I am going to finish my drink, have my green smoothie that is left over from yesterday, maybe make another one so that I have it to consume throughout this day and then I am actually going to read the paper and take a bath before anything else. Don't worry the bed is already made, I did that when I got out of it. I am very sure that I will be back here this afternoon (Yikes, it is afternoon!!!) to let you know how everything went, hopefully my clothes will not be rearranged by chakra colors by bedtime.
At this point my warm drink was tepid if not down right cold, luckily I have some almond creme made up so I can warm it up again and enjoy it's sweet, spicy creamy goodness as I read the paper.