After all of July’s travel and extra work, it’s been a special treat for me to be able to stay home for two evenings in a row. It’s over as of tonight – I have a board meeting and a dinner with friends – but it’s been very satisfying to sit on the couch with the TV and the laptop, doing nothing of significance.
I did manage to hoist myself off the couch long enough to cook a pot of chili yesterday. By some miracle, I had all of the essential ingredients on hand. Now, however, if I were to clean out the refrigerator and organize the cupboards, we’d be in Old Mother Hubbard territory. Since the weekend, I’ve made two meals out of freezer scrapings and there’s just nothing left to eat in the house unless I want macaroni and cheese or canned beets.
My schedule is always so full that it’s hard for me to take a couple of evenings off without feeling guilty. I keep thinking I could be working on my club’s website or starting an outline for the book idea I have or writing some song lyrics or filing paperwork or shredding junk mail. Then I remember that I had a headache every day last week and I’m feeling perfectly fine this week, probably thanks to the extra downtime.
The procrastination has to end sometime, but I know I’m probably okay for now because I haven’t been waking up worrying about projects that need to be done. Isn’t that a terrible gauge of productivity?!
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