Where on earth does the time go? When I enter my apartment do I have my own little time zone, one in which time mysteriously speeds up or is somehow different from earth’s normal time keeping rules? Does my axial spin somehow get faster when I have things to do? (Thank goodness I don’t have to plan my time on Jupiter…very, very short days there….)
A few posts ago I declared determination to set some structure to my time. What’s happened to that? Right. Out. The. Window.
I got home from work today just after 5:00, hoping to “get some stuff done.” Since I had been really quite productive at work today, I decided to reward myself with a little reading time. Two hours later (way too little and way too much reading time), I still have the following to do:
Get dinner off the stove
Eat dinner (don’t think I’ll make it with two asparagus spears and a bite of cottage cheese)
Finish my glass of diet coke before all the fizz goes away (I hate that)
Take the dog for a walk
Take myself for a walk
Do laundry
Find something in the attic that I should have filed properly in the first place
Do dishes
Organize my desk
Work on the sock I’m knitting (or maybe put this off because I’m afraid to start the heel)
Other various stuff that I’m sure needs doing right now that should have been done while I spent yesterday knitting and watching Stargate-SG1 (season 4 is really good).
You see? As usual no structure. So, maybe I just need to prioritize instead. I have had some relax/reading time, and I’ve managed to at least heat up dinner, and I remembered to send a friend a happy birthday text message. Three things down. (Well four, I guess…surely blog updates count.) Not truly terrible for two (ok, make that two and a half now) hours.
Guess I’ll go get some more done before I succumb to complete and utter laziness (“forget it, its too late to do anything now anyway” comes to mind).
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