The Guilty Saturday

I'm coming to you late afternoon. I'm feeling large pangs of regret and guilt right now. It's overwhelming and making me want to bury my face in a ten pound tray of lasagna or something other comfort food. Luckily I'm aware enough to know that the desire to eat like that is distinctly linked to the chemical processes that are transpiring with in my cranial lobes. If only I'd realized that about twelve years ago, maybe I'd be more like the person being described in the 24th Conversation which is available on this site. But that was not the case so I'm just thankful that I've got it pegged now. It still takes a dose of will power and lack of a ten pound lasagna but I'm pulling it off.

Why am I guilty you are probably asking annoyed that I didn't delve into that immediately, instead choosing to leave you hanging over a sea of babbled self awareness realizations. Well it is a nice day in the spring time and there is a chance that I could have been out doing something constructive in the field rather than fooling around with paperwork, TV and self pity. The paperwork isn't complete either. I'm also very anxious for the great weather that is going to be taking place while I make my way to the nation's capital for a couple of days. This always worries me and makes me feel unprepared. It really bungs up the chemical processes in my mind. I don't care for it. 

Otherwise, I had a pretty enjoyable Saturday. Sexy Bitch was here last night and thus I didn't post anything. He made his annual visit to check if I'm still alive and what not. We had some beers, pizza and over-proof rum to celebrate. I made him a delightful breakfast and helped him re-attach the bumper of his car and he was away. I had to nap due to the very early rising that we had to allow for him to depart at the correct hour. I did that later in the day, after an efficient lunch. I cleaned up the flower beds and set up my deck furniture to the way that it belongs. I guess spring is in the air after all. I haven't slung the hose back out or fertilized the lawn (FEED IT) or even raked the whole backyard yet. But it was a start. Toss in some laundry and keep in mind that I did paperwork and you see that it was a pretty full day. It would have actually been enjoyable if not for the guilt. I just remembered that I didn't get my haircut or try on my suit for Tuesday yet either. Dammit! Ah well, tomorrow is another day right?