The garage is clean...but I can't find the driveway.

When my doctor released me from the hospital, she told me not to "overdo it," but I'm pretty sure I have every single day since then.  There is just so much to get done.  I don't know how people can just sit on the couch all day and watch television.  After the morning news, I've gotta get something done...anything.  My house is about as clean as it can get so today, I headed out to the garage.  I'm thinking I shouldn't have.  A few short hours ago, you couldn't fit a car, let alone one more bicycle into our garage.  Now, there's enough room for two cars, I've taken one load to the dump and have another ready to go, and there are large piles of stuff sitting all around our driveway.  This is how I 'organize'.  I spread everything out so I can see what I'm dealing with...then I decide I'm exhausted and I just leave it there until somebody comes over and sees my mess and I get embarrassed.  So that's where I'm at right now.  

Here's the good news:  I've found at least thirty screwdrivers.  We can never find one when we need one.  Here's the bad news:  I've found an equal amount of dead mice.  And they're not just laying around in plain sight.  That would not cause me a mini-stroke.  They are only in dark places where I reach my hands...or in drawers that I pull out.  After probably my fourth mouse-finding scream, I looked down the driveway to see my neighbor peeking his head out of his fence.  I was less embarrassed about the screams than I was about the very loud singing I'd been doing.  I forget that I have neighbors and that they might be able to hear me sometimes.  This does explain, though, why none of them ever pay me a friendly visit or even wave at me when we pass each other on the road.  Their loss.  What I lack in vocals, I make up for in awesomeness.  Or at least that's what my dog tells me (with her eyes).

I suppose I better force myself back outside before I get too comfy on this couch.  If you happen to be out this way, please stop by and notice my mess and give me a look of disappointment.  It would give me the kind of motivation that I'm needing to finish this job that I'm already regretting starting.