My God, it seems like the more time I get for myself, the behinder I get. Daily help with Mom has been a Godsend. I have, easily, an extra 10 hours a week to myself. Pure luxury.
Unfortch, I've spent the first 10 hours coming to the conclusion that in the last 3 years, I have fallen 3,000 hours behind. Keep in mind that number grows exponentially, unless nothing else happens during the catch-up time. What are the odds?
In essence, this is merely another "I'm not blogging today" blog-post. I will, however, throw in a couple of gratuitous photos, and do some finger-pointing at one reason I am further behind as a result of moving into the country: Transformers.
At least, that's what I like to call some of the monstrous farm implements that run up and down my road on any given day. They are huh-UGE, and even all folded up like this one, take up the entire road:
You do not want to get behind one of these babies when you're running late. I actually took a photo of my speedometer while I was driving behind this one, feeling certain that a high-speed crash was unlikely to happen while I took my eyes off the road.
Let's see...my house is 3 miles away, and I am going, oh... ZERO Miles per hour...I should be home...uh...NEVER!
I know that Transformers aren't entirely to blame for my 3,000 hour backlog, but if I were micromanaging and keeping track, I'd have to say that I'd only be 2,998.5 hours behind if it weren't for this guy.
I know this was a silly post; it started out so serious that my head crashed, and after spending an hour in front of blogger, I was by-God determined to leave with something on the board. Tune in for some good stuff, I mean it now.