3 O'clock

It's 3 o'clock in the afternoon. I'm runnin' around tryin' to get as much done before the party arrives. 

My feet are tired. I'm tryin' to think of what I need to do next. I do one thing, and while I'm doin' it, I think of the next thing to do. But, alas, as soon as I'm finished, I think, "Now what was that thing I was gonna do next?"

I want everyone to feel at ease and comfortable and at rest. But, sometimes it's hard to make everyone happy. 

For these short hours, I have the house to myself. I make the most of it. No one to bother me. No one to ask me annoying questions. No one to answer to. Just me and the house and gettin' stuff done.

This is what I was born for.

An old print of our house while that tree in the middle of the driveway was being felled.