One month to go.
One month before we hit the road and flee my beloved Joziburg™ to settle along the Garden Route.
One month of trying to hang onto my sanity…onto my visions of a tranquil future.
Today I thought it would be an excellent idea to deal with the CD/DVD collection. It was a Confucian blessing.
I am so not happy. Not at all happy. There are homeless discs. And there are discless boxes. And I know for certain that there is at least one album missing. I know who the culprit is.
About my height, in Grade 11, female. With a penchant for chaos…
I confess I am not the tidiest person around. I have an awfully short attention span – I get distracted in the midst of one task and trundle off to sort out another. Or I do something more interesting. Or read a book that I just found under a pile over there. Or get an amazing idea that needs instant web research.
But leaving lids off, or discs out, or having broken cases/containers/boxes? Other discs all shoved together in a totally random box?
There’s another four-letter word that ends in “C.K.” and I have a sense it is going to resound a lot more frequently in the next month.