Tuesday, April 27, 2004

It's amazing how time flies when you have a lot to do.

Not that I'm actually doing anything. Just having a lot to do is quite enough. It probably takes all of my waking hours just to think about all of those undone tasks. That doesn't leave much time to actually get around to them.

Being convalescent at the moment, not being able to lift or carry or push, is probably one of the best excuses for procrastination. I can think about the housework for several hours, by which time it's tomorrow already. With an extra layer of dust, an extra cobweb, another unwashed plate adding themselves to the agenda.

Better take a nap. This list is getting exhausting.