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Unedited photo of York, my son-in-law's and daughter's dog. Never mind red eye, have you ever seen yellow and blue eyes? I showed these photos and video before but a while ago in different posts.  I had my four hour IVIG treatment yesterday for my CIDP condition, so maybe that's why I couldn't come up with anything new.  (If interested in the details please check the web.  I have foot drop so it's not as bad as it might have been)   Barkus was my pet Golden Retriever.  He'd love to sleep all day if he could. He had a thyroid problem.  Before him I had a more active darker Golden Retriever called Kringle.  They both past away. Tonight I can't find a photo of Kringle. Sometimes I get so "organized" that I can't find anything.  Miles with Artic, who replaced York. Here's a cute video about how a dog can lift your spirits.

My substitution for the recipe below is to add the chicken, potatoes and carrots. But instead of adding the herbs, oil, spices, etc.; I only added Honey Mustard Salad Dressing.  The results were fantastic! Instead I only used: Chicken Potatoes Carrots Honey Mustard Salad Dressing I might try other salad dressings someday. Do you have a way to prevent the dish from becoming a bit too soggy? Do you have any quick lazy recipes you'd like to share? 

I just saw this wonderful movie Juno  about a young girl who becomes pregnant and has to deal with the problems that it causes. Anyway, here's a song from the movie. This video shows the lyrics with a cute cartoon. Oh no! Guess what? A one man band!

While eating breakfast I looked at my plans for the day.  There was probably too much to do today, nothing fantastic mostly just the ordinary chores. I made good progress in straightening out the laundry room.  My plan is to break the work up into thirty minutes a day.  After a month it should be great. While riding my exercise bike I watched the old movie The Third Man.  I only use the bike for about forty minutes and the movie is long so it will take about three days to watch it all.  It's a very interesting plot with great angled views and a need to pay close attention. Lynette called me in the middle of my routine because she saw six wild turkeys walking across our backyard.  When I got to the back door there were only four of them left, moving too quickly before I could grab my camera. Later I sat back in a chair, my mind lost in thought.  I felt a little sad but no big deal, probably just tired.  The first photo and the last show the pictures I took just for t

She will spin in a moment.

I admit being a little obsessive about getting organized. Sometimes I spend more time getting organized than in actually doing much. Why? I fear missing out on something. I fear something harmful may happen if I'm not prepared. From Lost At Sea by Skye Taylor I want to have control of my life but I believe that only about 30% is actually under a person's control.  Most of life is like being at sea in a small sailboat tossed around by winds and waves. I want to avoid complications and confusion. But too much organizing will result in complication and confusion. Yet I find it in a way to be soothing even enjoyable. Maybe it's calming my anxiety by distracting me? It's possible that so much effort and time is a waste. Time spent organizing is time spent not enjoying the present moment. Any ideas about my "anxiety"? How do you get organized?