Tonight, like so many others, my guilt runneth over.
My bag...
Full of books, papers, information, and notes.
My bag...
Heavy, cumbersome, ponderous.
My bag...
Full of good intentions.
My bag....
Comes home with me night, after night, after night.
My bag....
Still sitting in the car.
My bag...
Waiting for me.
To remember...
IT!
Perfect! I understand..."full of good intentions." I'm glad you still found time to write.
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Ruth, some days are easier than others. Then, the ideas come out of nowhere.
DeleteAh yes, I have this bag, it is sitting near my feet, untouched. Good luck with your bag!
ReplyDeleteBetsy,
DeleteI'm telling myself that it's okay. I stayed at school a little later today and what ever is in the bag can wait until tomorrow.
My bag is beside the desk, and I haven't touched it all week, although it comes home with me every night too. I'm right there with you Valerie.
ReplyDeleteThen I'm in good company, Mardie :) We'll get to those back inevitably.
Delete"We'll get to those Bags inevitably." (Typing too fast:)
DeleteHa! You speak the truth! My bag also travels with me back and forth, waiting for me to peek inside. Nah, I'll wait until tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteMine too, Michelle. It's late and my bed is calling my name.
DeleteSo true! Sometimes the good intentions are more than enough because we need the break to go back refreshed the next day.
ReplyDeleteYes, well said. Thanks for making me feel better about it.
DeleteYes. I hope I remember the three bags I need today! One in the car already. The other in the house's entry way. The other in the fridge.
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