What to Do?

I woke up this morning and realized that wasn't anything I HAD to do. I woke up on my own at 8:30 AM (not surprising but I was exhausted, so I'd hoped to sleep in). My internal alarm clock rarely fails me even though I'd prefer to find a way to reach inside that precarious part of my subconscious that thinks that I am a morning person and slap it across the face. And thus, probably why it cowers somewhere in my subconscious.

I have a variety of things I need to do a some point in time, preferably sooner, but I realize I don't have anything I HAVE to do. I'll do something, don't get me wrong, but this the precise reason my mom wanted to stay longer or at least steal me away from work for a few extra days and help me weed through all the mundane tasks of organizing and moving in. She could only do so much while I was at work (which is frankly very selfless of her to be here and doing it). I need to put together a wall cabinet, find my light bulbs, assemble my television connection cords, assemble a bench, clean out my sunroom where all the boxes have been put, find a way to hang all my remaining clothes somewhere outside a closet, buy and install shelves above all bars that hold up clothes in the closets I do have, et al. I'm just not entirely certain where to start.

So, time to go make some breakfast (turkey bacon, fried eggs, waffle, and a apple, for those interested). Then I'm figuring out how to put in order my worldly possessions. After carting them 700 miles north in a process I was not able to oversee or supervise that involved loading and unloading them on several large trucks, I still don't know what to do with them. Why did I buy all these things?

Why did I ever think these things would make me happy? They're what I have from my life and yet they're nothing; they're just things. There are other, better things that I could be doing with my time. I could call my father; I have yet to wish him a happy Father's Day almost a week since the day itself; I could pray for the world; I have yet to find any organizations to volunteer with in Chicago; I could call my sisters. So I should tackle these first -- there will undoubtably be time in the rest of my day for all the other mundane but necessary things that I must do to finish moving in.