Make It Stop

I'm having a hard time working today. I'm taking tomorrow off, so today's kind of like Friday for me, so I'm sorta slacking. Working a little and slacking a little. Even middle aged moms slack a little.
I'm bored.
I've already harassed the sales team and I've scootered around hitting things with the golf club and it's only one o'clock. And I ate lunch already. And I went for a walk after I got my lunch.
Today's draaaaging. And to no end, I've tried to get Marie to show me the naked picture of one of our co-workers. She keeps telling me she has it, that it was sent to her mistakenly by someone in our other office. But she won't show me. I think she's lying. But who cares. I don't care.
I feel like I'm in a box.
This morning I didn't ride my bike into work. But, I did get up early enough for a nice 2 hour road ride before work. And I didn't wear knee warmers or arm warmers. It was one of those perfect little morning rides. And I felt great, so I rode hard. And then I cruised down the ridge. And the view was pretty. And I could smell the jasmine.
I woke up at 5:15 am because the bike racks and panniers and vacuum apparently fell out of the rafters in the garage. Morgan jumped out of bed in full boxer short samurai stance and then ran outside to see who was trying to commit crimes against us.
It was bike stuff, crashing all around in the garage.
Now, I'm looking at pictures. Old pictures.


I should do something more constructive like read the news or read blogs or search for garden furniture. But I'm in one of those moods where everything seems boring. Even the pictures are boring now. Even naked pictures are boring right now.
My studio co-worker is downloading songs from the 80's and making me listen. And now it's Willie Nelson.
Yawn.