What's up with Madeleine?, or Actually, What's up with Agnes?

I woke up early this morning and among(st?) the things on my agenda for today--I just remembered that I was going to get my driver's license renewed today! Is it already too late to do that? Will I be in line at the DMV (I almost wrote DMZ) for the entire day if I go now?--was to write on the Mildred, and to read Agnes's entry on the Mildred. And to my surprise Agnes has TWO new entries on the Mildred! Yay, Agnes! That was my first thought, followed quickly by: Boo, Madeleine! Then my third thought was that this is not a competition, Madeleine, and my fourth thought was why do I always turn EVERYTHING into a competition? Why, if someone is doing well, do I turn that into a referendum on me, i.e., Agnes's writing on the Mildred only highlights the fact that I have NOT been writing on the Mildred, not meeting my deadlines, not holding up my end of the bargain, not working hard enough, not doing everything I need to do to change my situation and make all of my dreams come true? Fifth thought: Actually, I am much better about that--that being "turning everything into a competition," "making everything a referendum on me"--than I used to be. (Thought number five is dedicated to Our Dear Reader.) Sixth thought: this just proves what I thought about the Mildred all along, i.e., that it only works or it works best if both Agnes and I are writing on it, that we spur each other on to write on the blog; this is exciting and gives new energy to the Mildred! Then finally the seventh thought: I am so glad Agnes is still not smoking.

I would like to train myself to skip from Thought 1 directly to Thought 6.

Anyway, I am going to renew my license today. If I don't do it today, I will never do it, and I need a valid license before I go on vacation.

I still have plenty of time in the day. I always feel like I don't have enough time in the day, even when I have the entire day free. On free days, I feel like I have to go grocery shopping, for example, and then I have to make dinner at some point and that takes up a lot of time. The good thing about Agnes being back, or one of the many good things, is that she has been making me dinner every night and doing the shopping (see Stepford Wife reference from one of her last entries). But she's away today, and I am off, and I agreed to make dinner. Maybe I will take you out instead, Agnes, if you are reading this.

I can feel the whole day slipping away and it's only 9:30 a.m. This is a problem. But this is how I think a lot of the time. Agnes knows this all to well.

I did write Saturday and Sunday. And I will write today.

I was going to post about something else today--about my new process and how it is working so well, both for Story #2 and for Story #3--but I will save it for tomorrow. The driver's license thing threw me off! Madeleine, get thee to the DMV!