I must clean up my act.

Confession time. Hee! Don't you love those words? Confession! The dirt! OR, maybe... not! Confession can imply something dark and mysterious. Bad or naughty. Here? Not so much. I just need to confess that I've been terribly lazy. (If you only knew to what extent.) My hope in publicly confessing a few of my "sins" here is that I will somehow be more motivated to accomplish something, anything in the coming weeks. One can only hope. Please save me from myself.

I think a list is in order. These are the worst, so I need to start with these first.

• I am heading back to Alabama on the 21st to be with my family. I cannot wait. Guess what? I still haven't completely unpacked my suitcase from my December trip. At least I washed the dirty clothes. What remains are the clean ones that I guess I do not wear here in sub zero new home town. Maybe I should just leave them packed?
• I have not read a book since I've been home from my last trip in December. Normally I would have read 4 or 5 by now. My brain is going to turn to mush. I will read a whole book by the 21st. Period.
• I go whole weeks without taking the daily paper out of the plastic sleeve. What a waste of money. I either need to read it or cancel the subscription. End of story.
• I have neglected this little blog, which I love. I am very sorry.
• I have been feeling unwell. Sort of the understatement of the year. The result is my neglecting my husband's diet, and also the rest of the items on this list. I have to fix that ASAP.

Less important, but important for my mental health.

• Maybe I should unpack that bag after all.
• I never enjoyed clutter, suddenly it is all around me. To say that it is making me feel crazy is not exactly the right term. It is making me feel out of control. I do not know where to begin. I need organization in my life.
• The chairs in my bedroom? Full of clothes. I kid you not. I feel like a teenage girl. The effort to hang things up feels like too much some days. This is NEW, not new, reliving some long forgotten part of my youth. Gah. I don't like it.
• My vacuum has not been out of the closet in a month. Partly because I don't have the energy to lift if, but... still. Gross.

True confession time over. I will unpack my bags, read the paper with my morning coffee, spend time in the evenings reading a book, clearing the clutter in my life, dragging out that Dyson, making doctor appointments that I've been putting off, and OH! beginning training for a little walk I'm doing in May to raise money for Pancreatic Cancer Research. All this laziness and hibernation from the cold has made me a little less than fit. Maybe, just maybe I'll be in better form to update this little blog more often.