Storm Warning
My front room looks like a storm hit it. Blankets are strewn here and there, dining chairs are out of place, and army men are waiting in camouflage to attack any bare feet that wander in. This is a result of fort-making yesterday and my being gone today. I've walked past the room several times and simply turned my head. I don't want to deal with it. My mind has had some hurricane force winds blowing around lately, as well. My thoughts are topsy-turvy, ideas flung hither and yon. Focus is a far-fetched concept. I try to get a hold of some thought, but it's blown out of reach before I can grasp it. I know what the problem is, but like my front room, I've had blinders on. I find something else to distract me. facebook. Blogs. Pintrest. More blogs. Housework, yes, even that. I think I know what I need to do. I'm shying away from it like a dentist chair. It won't be painful to anyone but me. Still, I cringe at the very word. Break. Yep. A bre...