In a Coil

If you’ve read any Regency romances, you may have come across the phrase, “in a coil”. I think it’s a very apt description and pinpoints the way I often feel. Now, a coil is a tightly wound spring or something that just goes around and around in a circle. Take today, for instance. I really must pot some plants and water them. The grass is in need of a bit of touching up before the main mowing day gets here (Saturday). My house cries out for attention and I’ve got to do something about the ants that decided they like my home better than theirs. I got those little ant motels but they refuse to stop there even if I leave the light on and offer a free breakfast. I have yet to get the Boric acid, Lola, but that’s next!

My car needs washing on the outside and vacuuming on the inside. My house needs vacuuming, mopping, and dusting. I’ve got to put water in the bird baths and while I’m out there, I should take my herb garden in hand before it runs amok. And…oh yes, writing!! Grave Shift and The Cemetery Club are in need of just one more reading before I send them to the publisher. A writing assignment is staring at me accusingly, reminding me that it has an attached deadline, and I’ve got to connect with people to have a plan in place to market the books, once they are in pristine condition.

Plus…I can’t skip exercising. If I didn’t go to the exercise class, I’d probably grow moss from sitting in front of the computer for hours at a time. So, I’m decidedly in a coil. do you ever feel that way? Does making a list help or is that only one more chore to add, one more twist in the coil? Anyway, the sky is blue, the trees are green, birds are singing. (Now, they never get in a twist; they always take first things first and go from there.) At the end of the day, when I crawl into bed and wonder why I’m so tired, it may not be because I’ve accomplished a lot of things but just thinking about them takes a lot of energy! Maybe the best way to deal with a coil is to unwind it one chore at a time. I believe I’ll give it a try. I’ve started the day with coffee; a couple of pieces of toast are in order and then surely the old thinking process and muscles will be ready to jump right in. By the end of the day, maybe the coil will be a nice, straight line with a beginning, an end, and a lot accomplished in between.