Sometimes found time is an unexpected treat, like an indulgent dessert, that you milk by blissfully doing as little as possible. That was me on Saturday night (pre-drinks/bad singing, of course).
And then there are the days when found time turns you a little rabid and you suddenly feel like you have time to start/finish all the projects you’ve been putting off (like publicly advertising a day’s worth of thought-goo). That is me today.
Of course, half the house is in disarray since I am better at starting projects than finishing them (I’m working on this). I’ve re-arranged a significant amount of the furniture [p<0.05], then bought and constructed a 36-pair shoe rack, and am now unsure about either venture.
The front entryway is still half-painted a lovely shade of poo (aka Shakespeare Tan). And neither of my other splash wall projects has even begun. But who knows? Since I suddenly got a day off from work, I am feeling pretty invincible. I’ll check in later (or maybe not), to report what’s been accomplished.
