I love mornings. Sitting on the patio, laptop on my lap, sipping coffee, and listening (sort of) to the news on NPR... The neighborhood is relatively quiet, it is just me and my cat - distractions are at a minimum.
I should be preparing for my committee meeting. And I will, after I write this post, and check the blogs I'm following, and do a load of laundry, and... yes, I am procrastinating. I shouldn't be. I can already feel that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach that happens when I look at the clock and think, "Crap! Where did the last hour go?"
Procrastinating is bad, or at least it makes me feel bad. But I do it anyway. I make deals with myself. I will only do non-work related stuff until the clock hits 7:30. Then 7:45. Then 8:00. <<sigh>> It is all so familiar. I am hoping that by admitting to it here that maybe I will not do this today.
But, this post started out positive - I do love mornings. They are so full of hope. The day is still ahead, and maybe, just maybe, today, I won't get to the end of the day and wonder where all the time went... maybe today I will get to the end of the day and say, "Wow! I got a lot done today!" I am hopeful.
Quick update: It is 9:54am and there it is, where did the last two and half hours go?!? Crap. I did it again. I kept thinking "just five more minutes," but apparently I did that about 30 times in a row. <<sigh>> I really am going to get to work now. Self-imposed block on surfing the internet. Starting now. I'll let you know how it turns out.
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