I just don’t know what to do with myself
Y’all.
Do you hear that?
It’s the sound of… nothing.
No weddings to work on. No dinners to plan. No parties to throw, no decorating to do. Nothing to cook, nothing to clean, nothing to buy.
I haven’t had nothing since… July.
It’s unnerving.
There is the house crumbling down around my ears, but I’m trying not to think about that. (Hole in roof? Meet hole in downstairs bathroom ceiling! Y’all chat while I sing loudly to myself and pretend you don’t exist.)
And there is the hajj planning I have to do, both spiritually and practically, as that unscented shampoo doesn’t just order itself from the Publix pharmacy, but I don’t have to rush it all in TOMORROW. I can pace myself.
It’s refreshing, too.
Alhumdulillah.
(Except for those holes… they’re a little ulcer-inducing. But we’re not thinking about them! La la la la la!)