Adjusting to the hum drum

We put our international visitor on the plane yesterday, and the house seems disconcertingly quiet.  There are a lot of mundane jobs to get finished before our next visitors arrive in several weeks but I’m finding it hard to concentrate.

Having entertaining and enjoyable guests in residence is a little like fast food:  I’m afraid I could get addicted.

At least until I couldn’t stand the laundry not getting done, the house in a state of dusty disorganization, weeds in the garden, and no clean sheets on the bed.

But I think I could hang on for a pretty long time.

Part of me is eager to get back to writing an occasional serious post, but I’m still a little too disorganized to concentrate on serious.  But I did stumble on this marvellous quote from Ronald Reagan which I fear comes close to describing my current state of ennui.

Sometimes my right hand doesn’t know what my far right hand is doing.

Or as another president said which possibly describes my state more accurately:

from Cheezeburger.com