The Universe is listening to my thoughts, and it's smacking me around but good.
Late yesterday morning, I had my desk almost cleared and was getting ready to tackle projects that have been sitting and languishing for longer than I will admit. "Phew," I thought to myself, "with this Mexico thing almost under control (knock on wood and spit), I think I'm on the brink of being able to breathe more easily and get more done and sleep better at night and be a less cranky person in general."
Not ten minutes later, I had received panic calls from our investors and our Mexico accountants, each needing about 5 hours worth of work from me (on unrelated but equally urgent topics) as soon as possible. Those old projects? Still languishing. Smackdown!
You'd think that that woulda learned me, but no. As I was driving home from physical therapy at the end of a verrrrrry long day (and facing an evening of baking cookies as last-day-of-school gifts and a "goodbye" cake for Michael's boss, who's leaving), I realized that we had still not heard back from the very nice lady who won the cake raffle at the Charity Fun Fair. She had been very diffident when we phoned her, and at the time I had the impression that she'd probably forget about the whole thing and I'd not have to make a cake. So as I was driving home yesterday, my thoughts ran thusly: "Gee, we never heard from her. I guess that's good -- I don't have to make a cake. Though, if she wasn't planning on using it, perhaps we should have drawn another name?... No! It's fine! I don't have to make cake! Tralala!"
Three guesses who called me on my cell phone this afternoon? Extra points if you guessed that her granddaughter is graduating high school and the party is a mere week from Saturday. Her son and daughter-in-law are hosting the party, so she couldn't even give me particulars yet. Ka-pow!
Score: Universe 2, Ruth 0.
Now, you don't have to beat me over the head. I'm not thinking anything to myself, anymore. No more thoughts, ever. Clearly, no good can come of it.