It has not been the greatest of days here on planet Colster.
Procrastination has become a new-ish issue. Initially, it crept in during the dwindling of summer. SAD has always a thing for me too. Although, not this year. No, I haven't felt the room for gloom. Instead, I'm happily housebound.
But, and this is where I contradict myself, I am beginning to question my reasons/excuses: am I really happy?
The morning was ****-awfully wet, this a perfect excuse to stay indoors. A-ha, no excuse needed to avoid the masses. Things eased off temporarily around mid-afternoon, so I used this time to walk the dog, and place the bins out.
But as soon as the tasks had been completed, house festering resumed. My only redemption in this is, I cleaned like a man possessed. The bathroom was scrubbed, even the back of the U-bend. So much bleach and disinfectant went into that tiny room, that my eyes sting just entering.
Periodically, I would pause, gaze our of a window, and as I deeply suspect, find something else to clean, rather than mingle with the masses.
My cooker can now shame any showroom model, and my belly button has never smelt so fresh. Even dug that hair out from within the soap, it's only been there since 2019.
But in a slightly more serious tone, it is beginning to dwell on me, that I am procrastinating far too much. Finding things to distract me, possibly from me, or maybe people. Today's bad weather feels like an excuse, a too familiar excuse.
Mitigating: I don't exactly have anything that absolutely desperately needs to be done, places to go. The few things are best left to drier warmer days.
That still sounds like an excuse, and I'm the one writing it.
Argh, I don't know folks. I'm at a changing point in my life. I like this being alone, semi-retirement kinda thing. I don't actually have to do much. But am I using it as an excuse to stop me from doing more?
Argh... Sometimes, I annoy myself.
Procrastination has become a new-ish issue. Initially, it crept in during the dwindling of summer. SAD has always a thing for me too. Although, not this year. No, I haven't felt the room for gloom. Instead, I'm happily housebound.
But, and this is where I contradict myself, I am beginning to question my reasons/excuses: am I really happy?
The morning was ****-awfully wet, this a perfect excuse to stay indoors. A-ha, no excuse needed to avoid the masses. Things eased off temporarily around mid-afternoon, so I used this time to walk the dog, and place the bins out.
But as soon as the tasks had been completed, house festering resumed. My only redemption in this is, I cleaned like a man possessed. The bathroom was scrubbed, even the back of the U-bend. So much bleach and disinfectant went into that tiny room, that my eyes sting just entering.
Periodically, I would pause, gaze our of a window, and as I deeply suspect, find something else to clean, rather than mingle with the masses.
My cooker can now shame any showroom model, and my belly button has never smelt so fresh. Even dug that hair out from within the soap, it's only been there since 2019.
But in a slightly more serious tone, it is beginning to dwell on me, that I am procrastinating far too much. Finding things to distract me, possibly from me, or maybe people. Today's bad weather feels like an excuse, a too familiar excuse.
Mitigating: I don't exactly have anything that absolutely desperately needs to be done, places to go. The few things are best left to drier warmer days.
That still sounds like an excuse, and I'm the one writing it.
Argh, I don't know folks. I'm at a changing point in my life. I like this being alone, semi-retirement kinda thing. I don't actually have to do much. But am I using it as an excuse to stop me from doing more?
Argh... Sometimes, I annoy myself.
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