I sit at the kitchen table with my laptop, listening to the incessant drumming of the dryer, paired with the sloshing of the washer. LC told me that Tess the Puppy scared herself on his drum kit this morning. Her wagging tail apparently hit the bass drum, making her jump and whirl around.

I’ve got housework that I could be doing today, but at the moment I’m writing a free-form post about nothing. I guess if you’re going to waste time, you might as well do it efficiently.

The kids decorated for Halloween this past weekend. I know it’s early, but they were happy. Of course then Charlie pointed out that we’re scheduled to host a company lake party on Friday. A “summer” party that got postponed and rescheduled for fall. He’s not sure how he feels about the Halloween décor, but I think he’s gonna let it remain.

The dryer continues its rhythmic thumping, making me tap my foot unconsciously. I think the rhythm is actually affecting my breathing… kind of like when the bass line at a concert seems to sync up with your heartbeat. Unfortunately the rhythm is so fast that I’m on the verge of hyperventilating. Which is making me lightheaded. And probably explains this scattered post.

This post was part of Heather of the EO’s Just Write exercise. I did “just write,” letting the thoughts and ideas flow as they wished. And even though I’m dying to edit what I wrote, I’m just going to click “post.”

(I can’t decide if this was fun or not. I’m kind of dissatisfied with what came out, but that might just be the dryer talking.)

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