What to Do?!
So here I sit at 5:49 am. I've not yet slept for the night(?) and I have a weeks worth of trash to schlep to the curb. What to do...what to do. My driveway is a veritable Antarctic tundra after this weekend's snow. The thought of donning my winter pants and snow boots to brave the elements at this ungodly hour seems less appealing than a bikini wax at a sadism convention. What to do…what to do.
Should I just head for bed and leave the trash until next week hoping the snow will melt down to a more traversable level? Should I simply stop typing this moot diatribe, shroud myself in my awaiting winter regalia, hoist those overstuffed pails of refuse overhead and commence to defy the unspeakable horrors which await me in the freezing darkness? What to do…what to do.
Any suggestions, I’m willing to wait.
Should I just head for bed and leave the trash until next week hoping the snow will melt down to a more traversable level? Should I simply stop typing this moot diatribe, shroud myself in my awaiting winter regalia, hoist those overstuffed pails of refuse overhead and commence to defy the unspeakable horrors which await me in the freezing darkness? What to do…what to do.
Any suggestions, I’m willing to wait.
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It sounds like the trash really needs put out if it is weeks worth. I wonder why there is so much of it.
Indeed my pragmatic pal AndreaH, the trash does undoubtedly need hauling. The big question however IS: should I count on old man winter to preserve this weeks trash for another 7 days preempting me from the immeasurable physical and mental damages I may suffer if I schlep now?
Your wondering is justified Ms. Z; I too have given this cumulative conundrum a thorough going over. My only rational explanation is that the added stress of the last couple of snow storms had me reaching out to food for comfort in a big, big way.
In my weeklong anxiety-riddled anticipation of the approaching blizzards, Ive consumed mass quantities of foodstuffs; the packaging of which has accrued to levels worthy of colossal consternation.
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