I got going on life, getting the kids out of bed, packing lunches...then my husband called. I'd forgotten I was supposed to pick up my daughter from seminary this morning. I dashed out of the house in pajama bottoms and a jacket, and hurried from one thing to the next until I got home from swimming at 9:00. I settled down to read a manuscript I need to have read before a meeting tonight and somehow ended up watching an episode of Alias instead.
I made a few of the phone calls that were on my list, and then found myself mindlessly scrolling through my facebook page. I decided to go on a walk, and realized I was still wearing my pajama bottoms. Drat. It's too ridiculous for words, the way sometimes I just LANGUISH when I should be thriving.
Finally, I decided to clean the kitchen (which wasn't on my list, but still had to get done) while I thought of a good J word.
I was half-way through the Joseph soundtrack before I realized that I was dancing and cleaning and back on track. Music is magical.
I have subtle issues with the whole premise of Joseph, to tell the truth. I believe Jacob was a prophet, not some indolent man reclining on a chair while women danced for him. Still, I can't help but love this show, especially the talented Maria Friedman. I can't help but belt it out when I'm singing with her.
Thanks for the energy Maria. I needed it today.