Why is there a cat crying outside my window?

Enjoy some comfort food, some great big hugs and that wonderful sound your cat makes while it happily kneads your lap. This rare and wonderful thing you're experiencing is called contentment. You've earned it, and it's now your duty to enjoy it.

Seriously wish I'd read this before I ordered the ahi tuna salad for dinner instead of the club sandwich. There is something about the J. Alexander french fries - and I swear they put something addictive in their ketchup too.

Feel horrible that I shirked my comfort food duty - though .... I really didn't. Stop reading here if you have a weak stomach.

I grew up in the era before pizzas were delivered in thirty minutes or less and were the dinner of choice for parents to give their kids when the sitter was coming. Whenever we had sitters coming my mother made pot pies. This was before microwaves too, so she had to remember to preheat the oven and put them in an hour before they were leaving, all while she was trying to make herself gorgeous and get the hell out of the house and keep four obnoxious kids occupied with only 3 television stations to choose from (Hee Haw anyone?).

I don't know why I thought those pot pies were so good. Maybe it was because they were so different from anything mom usually made. Now I know it's probably because of all the salt and MSG and flavorings they put in frozen food.

So pot pies are one of my comfort foods. Now, I recently discovered that Campbell's Chunky soup has a flavor called .... Turkey Pot Pie! And that's what I had for lunch today, with my own special twist. I've discovered that if you crumble 6-8 saltine crackers into this thick, creamy, chunky soup (don't even look at the food label, you don't want to know the numbers) you can nearly perfectly recreate that salty crust texture.

And I am aware that I can just go to the store and buy a frozen pot pie. But have you read the labels on those?

Accurazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

You've definitely put in your time showing the world what you're made of. The world will take notice soon. In the meantime, hang out at your place with dear ones, and take a nice nap.

This worries me, it could go either way. On one hand, it could mean that I've been showing the world that I'm a know-it-all schmuck and I'll be busted soon. Or, it could mean something good.

But I always appreciate the permission, no the order, to take a nap. Of course on the one day that the Universe wants me to take a nap I end up working all day. Sigh.

Maybe tomorrow I'll be told to get a pedicure!

Accuracy - What the ???????

You have entered a phase where your non-rational thoughts and feelings can float around in your dreams, detached from the specifics of what they mean. Instead of attempting to stuff them back into the rows and columns of linear logic, give them permission to wander through the forgotten corners of your mind.

Oh for Pete's sake.

As if I'm not freaky enough normally, now I'm being given permission by the UNIVERSE to be even freakier!

And isn't the punctuation in that first sentence wrong? Why do you need that comma after the word dreams? I guess it's not totally wrong, but I can't get OVER IT. I'm obsessing about punctuation when I should be giving my dreams permission to wander.

And I'm not sure I want to visit the forgotten corners of my mind. They are forgotten for a reason. I'm sure there's a drunken sorority party that I never want to see again, and a few old boyfriends too. And some clothes from the '80's. Oh, and some really bad hairstyles.

Great, now I'm depressed.

Yes, yes, I know I'm not productive and not confident

You are looking at new ways to live a more productive life, yet lack of confidence could get in the way of trying out your plan. Overcome your own resistance and external blockages will dissipate.

This is not news: I've been the only one getting in my way for years.

So I overcame my lack of confidence today and have an email being sent to an editor with a story pitch first thing in the morning (set up an automatic email so I can't chicken out). The pitch is not fabulous; it's not nearly as good as my book query letter, but I had to get it out. I've been sitting on the idea for over a month.

Just when I think I'm not productive, here's my list of things to do this week:

Submit script for video
Submit story pitch
Visit Shrink
Find book for Book Club
Attend end-of-season synchro party
Volunteer at Son's school
Book Club
Meet with internet radio person
Go to physical therapy
Attend synchro Executive Committee meeting
Get an MRI
Somehow fit writing, cleaning, cooking, mothering, and wifing in between all these assignments