Where Has The Day Gone?

It is almost 3:00 P.M. and I am still in my pajamas. As I realize how quickly the day has slipped by I wonder, "just what have I done today? Do I have anything to show for the hours gone by?" Well, let's see--I got up at my normal hour, which for some is "late", gave the cat his insulin injection, made a cup of tea and some toast, loaded the dishwasher and started it. I then sat down to watch a little of the current "White House Drama" while I sipped my tea and ate my toast. After a while sitting in front of the television watching the minute by minute unfolding news, I decided to finish reading my current book and research some reviews written about it (Bleaker House: Chasing My Novel to the End of the World) most of them giving it good reviews except one). I had been attracted by it's cover when I saw it at the library and by the comments on the back stating that it "was so much fun to read", "Hilarious and original" a "romp of a book". Most of the online reviews mentioned humor. While I enjoyed the read I had to agree with one reviewer that it was rather dark at times. I recall some of the humor, but would not really call it "hilarious". In addition to finishing Bleaker House and looking for reviews I started two new books, checked my e-mail and played a few games of Solitaire (I won them both!).

Perhaps it is the weather (gray and cloudy), the cats have been sleeping all day, but then isn't that what cats mostly do anyway? Some how I don't think I can use that excuse, plain and simply it seems to be just a lack of motivation. Perhaps I don't feel that I have anything important or interesting to do? Perhaps I am just lazy?