It has been a strange couple of days. I am getting ready to teach two classes next week at a University for whom I have never taught before and I am a bit nervous.
I find I am like Georgia O'Keefe in a very small way. She could not paint unless her drawers were cleaned out and organized. I cannot teach if my closets- all of them - are in order. So for the last two days, my husband has given me a wide berth as I have torn a part every closet in the house- threw out, organized, labeled and otherwise terrorized even the most innocent loose hanger.
I do this as I listen to books on tape and do not come up for air until it is done.
So here I sit- closets in order....classes about to start. I really feel like I have it all together.
Wadda ya wanna bet I will not be able to find a pen?
