I have too much to do. How can I be living in the middle of nowhere and feel like I’m in a rat race? I just finished a book and so many things slide when I’m in those final harrowing weeks. I need to figure out what bills got forgotten. It’s the end of school and there are summer activities and camps to prepare for. I think my car needs new brake pads and something’s wrong with my internet phone line. I need to get the bedding laundered for the last bed I haven’t made up back at the old farmhouse. The cousins are hosting their annual big party this Saturday and the farmhouse has to be ready. I have to make pies and cornbread for Georgia for the party. I still haven’t printed and mailed the hard copy of my book to my editor. I’m teaching an online class this month and I have chickens to feed and boxes to unpack and a new house that desperately needs some attention. Oh yeah, and I should probably hoe, but I can’t even think of doing something fun like hoeing (yes, I just said hoeing sounded fun-this is an indicator of my current state of mind) because my life won’t slow down enough for me to catch up to it.

I’m frantic.

I got in the car (how can it be time to pick up the kids from the bus? I need more DAY!), sat down in the car and turned it on.

And this song by Alabama was playing on the radio:

I’m in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life’s no fun
All I really gotta do is live and die
But I’m in a hurry and don’t know why.

And then on the way home, I got stuck behind this woman, the one other woman who goes down th