“Ms. Procrastinator”   belatedly “got her rear in gear.”  Yesterday, several tasks were accomplished. More projects are scheduled for today.

My California cousin sent the message How did we go from this to this? and it is so captivating, I want to share it with my readers.

 
 
 
 
“How did we go from this to this?”

Five days of coffee, vicariously, with Deb. I’m so thankful for my friend in Jacksonville, Florida.

Almost 9:00 PM and I finally got to a stopping point. “A stopping point,” that’s rare. However, there are four more obituaries awaiting my time and attention. They will have to wait.

I’ll start the resolutions tomorrow because I failed to ignore Ancestry today.  12:25 and I’ll fix some “brunch” because I’ve been “doing” on one cup of coffee. Below you can see the extent… from one obituary. “Yes,” my extended family.

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I’m starting early!! Yesterday, I did two loads of laundry, folded clothes, and rearranged clothing in the drawers and closet. I have far too many garments (for my reclusive lifestyle); I’ll prepare a bag of clothes for a local thrift shop. Less time “climbing the family tree.”  So many projects demand my attention, and I am hoping and praying, I get things done.

Pleasant surprise when I took the slipper socks out of their binding. They are delightful—and soft and cuddly like the “throw” that accompanied them.

My dear friend, Deb, sent this message regarding coffee. While drinking a cup of coffee, prepared with the blend she sent me, I lamented the projected shortage. OMG, will I eventually face a morning without my morning coffee?

It’s an obsession with me. If someone contacts me, I feel compelled to document their connection(s) to individuals already documented in my tree. This “contact” is “not quite a cousin” but we are bonded by our devotion to the documentation of our progenitors.

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Postscript @ 4:15 PM: “Just a janitor.”

Cleaning up messes.
(Documenting conflicting information.)

Another postscript @ 5:45 PM: “Obcessive-compulsive.”

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Rescue me? I can’t “let go”  and I can’t get away from the computer.

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Third postscript @ 9:00 PM: “Cousin”  sent two more obituaries. They must wait until tomorrow because I haven’t a teaspoon of energy for more documentation. I think I’ll head to bed (early) because that’s (possibly) the warmest place in my home (with an electric mattress pad).