Antsy

It's the middle of November. The men are heading out to the deer woods in the morning. Yesterday I did some major Christmas shopping, but have much left to do, and I am antsy to get to it.

I'm almost done with my latest project and I can't share it here due to it being a Christmas gift. I'll post after the holidays. . I need another project idea to focus on. If I don't have something in the works, or at least in my head, I get all out of wack.

I can't decorate for Christmas yet. Oh I suppose I could if I really wanted to... but I'd have to wait until the hubs is so tired from chasing deer, that he comes home for a day or so. and can climb into the attic. And who knows when that will be? But he is very close in relation to Ebeneezer Scrooge, so I dare not even ask until the day after Thanksgiving.

I want to paint. I want to sew. I want to plant flowers. (All the mums and pansies have disappeared around town, so I won't be able to put any in the pots in the back yard, as I had planned) I can't, so I sit here, posting about nothing really. That's what you do when you are antsy and no project to get to. Or at least it's what I do.

This post is terribly disjointed. Like my brain. Maybe tomorrow will be better.