
...and knowing that there's 30 miles and two errands between me and home is not delightful.
It's been a weird year. There's a lot I intended to do that got pushed off (somewhat more than I'm comfortable with) but rather than having a big urge to OMGFIXTHISQUICK I'm more in the mood to spend the last few days of 2005 doing prepwork so I can hit the ground running in 2006. My biggest, and possibly most delusional fantasy is to get *all* of my backlogged "I'd like to do that sometime" projects done so that I can swan through some year with a five-item resolutions list:
1) Shore Leave (run Masq.)
2) Team Wench (work one event)
3) Missionary Project
4) Take a class
5) Make a quilt
As you will see in a few weeks when I publicly post the 2006 list, I'm off the mark by some 100+ items...
But still, even at the closing of the year, I'm getting some good prep work in. I'm close to finishing work on the cart (finding a home for the new computer has turned into a project all on its own, and I'm still debugging whatever went wrong with the phone I'm attaching to the cart.) The library and my bedroom, while both needing a good decluttering, are nowhere near as bad as they used to be. There are a couple of dozen BookCrossing books that just need a little labling to be ready for dropping.
And then there's whatever I'm turning myself into. It used to be "lose the weight, then clean up the wardrobe, then work on the rest of your appearance." I'm taking that exactly opposite now; the new hairstyle, the new nails (unless the weather's too bad I get them tonight) followed by a new wardrobe as soon as I have time to start sewing it. Hopefully this will sweep me along to deal with the weight come the new year.
I feel like 2005 was the cocoon and in 2006 whatever was inside will emerge.