Hear my brain churning. She is loud tonight. And I am spiraling.

I have bread crumbs in my bra. Gross. Why was I was even eating mediocre French bread when I was driving home?

Can I paint the exterior of the house even though I’m afraid of heights?

Why did the AC people hang that cord all wonky. I hate that.

I need to make my garden plan. What color should I paint the shed? I need to learn how to change the brick moulding around the windows. The shed needs a new floor. Can I do that?

How much pea gravel do I need? Lowe’s spring sale is going on. I should figure out what I need.

Do I want to build new raised beds this year or wait another year? Or just buy some?

I need to sort craft supplies to make more room in the living room. Should I record that or just the actual craft room overhaul? I need to order microphones. Oh, shit, those boxes haven’t been labeled yet. I need more boxes.

Boxes! I need to build the robin’s nesting boxes before they build under the deck again. The bird baths need fresh water. What did I do with the bird food? I need to clean the bird feeders. I hope it doesn’t snow.

My orthotics feel uncomfortable.

Why am I still wearing pants? Gah! I still have bread crumbs in my bra.