Rant #2,558: You Spin Me Around (Like a Record)

My father in law was put to rest yesterday.
 
It was a very nice graveside ceremony fro honor his memory.
 
We had a good rabbi officiating, we had a Marine Corps contingent performing the military formalities and playing “Taps,” my nephew made a great speech, we said our “Amens” and threw our dirt into the grave, and after less than an hour, it was over.
 
The immediate family came back to our house, we picked up a hero from the local supermarket, we ate, we talked, we laughed, we cried, and by mid-afternoon, that was that.
 
When everyone left, the day went pretty quickly.
 
I went back to work with my remote job, did what I needed to do, and by that time, it was late afternoon.
 
I watched the news—honestly, I never had the wherewithal to read the newspaper yesterday—and had a little dinner, watched the news some more, and then, watched pro wrestling with my son.
 
After an hour of wrestling, I pretty much conked out, went to sleep, and with lots on my mind, I woke up at about 1 a.m. and I don’t think I fell back asleep until about 3 a.m.
 
What was I thinking about?
 
Not the happenings of the day. I can tell you that the ceremony we had did provide a lot of closure, at least to me, so once it was over, it was over.

 
I was thinking of completing my task in my daughter’s old bedroom, where, as I explained to you a few Rants ago, was to get all my record albums into some type of order, off the floor and rearranged onto the bookcase in that room, where most of them have been for years—most, but not all, and that is the problem.
 
The more I shifted the records from one level to another, the more I decided that I needed to do even more to get this thing cleaned up, and that is what I was thinking about for two hours of wasted sleep time this morning.
 
You know how it is. Once you get something innocuous like this in your mind, it is really hard to drop it, and until this major task is done, it is slowly becoming my own personal obsession.
 
I don’t want it to be that way, but that is what it is becoming.
 
So when I was supposed to be sleeping, I was thinking of the next moves that I need to make with these records—thousands of them—and while I have taken the first steps, and the second steps, and the third steps, the succeeding moves I make are going to be the most crucial to put this thing to bed and done.
 
Once it is put to bed, I can go to bed, if you know what I mean.
 
I guess that over the past few days, my father in law’s unfortunate situation, and the fact that I actually had a lot to do with my remote job at the same time, kind of took me away from this, but now I am back in it again.

 
My goal was to have this done by the end of the year, and although I do still have more than a week to go, we have already slid from fall officially into winter, and I still have about 25 percent of this thing left to finish—and it is the most difficult 25 percent of the entire shebang.
 
How will I celebrate Christmas?
 
Hopefully by finishing this thing.
 
It would be the greatest gift I could give myself, in my own little, silly way.
 
So now I just have to be “Santa Clausawitz” and do it!
 
Where’s my helper elves and my reindeer when I need them?