I'm So Busy (I'm Such a Martyr!)

Here's how I feel this week:We all get like this, and we act like it's a virtue.I was so busy yesterday I left a pan on over a full flame while I went upstairs to start the bath.David was there and got to the pan before it charred the onions entirely but he couldn’t be two places at once so when I tore back down to the kitchen to see about the pan I left the bathtub running and..Well not really but almost ....Then he caught me this morning peeling out of the driveway, over a little too far to the right so the pine boughs came right INTO the passenger-side window and tried to comb my hair again for me .I was 30 feet away by the time I saw that Old Dave had seen me. He just held out both arms, palms up, as if to say "Whaaat?"I answered with the same gesture only in my case it meant "Search me! I don't know what I'm doing!"I wrote a book once called Vacationing in My Driveway about how all the best fun in life comes when you slow down enough to notice what’s actually going on around you.I took the picture for the cover. This is it:This is our driveway. This is my car, or the green version of it which was mine until I worn it down to a rusted nub and got the red versions that I have now.I think it’s time to take some of my own advice here, or I won’t be pedaling happily away too much longer. Oy!