Weekends and the try-not-to-fall-behinder guilts
Slept in not as long as I'd wanted, but 8 hours' sleep produced a fantastic improvement in my physical state so I won't complain too much.
Now I'm sitting in bed, still in jammies, sipping coffee, and surfing my comic bookmarks ...
I could be doing this almost every weekend morning if I wanted. Only I never do. Not sure why.
Maybe it's because every weekend morning tends to be full of things to do, permeated with a subtle push to get MOVING, time's awastin', limited hours remaining before I have to be back at the office on Monday. It's not restful, it's just shifting from work-at-office to catchup-at-home. Or rather, try-not-to-fall-behinder-at-home.
Today I'm feeling a bit pressured to get my ass in gear and start chores. Even more so than other weekends, because I have this overall feeling of "now there is no excuse, no way to blame lack of time for the messy house and undone do-list, unsold items, unfixed stuff, dirty laundry, unsorted paperwork {etcetcetc}".
The cats, on the other hand, have no such guilt-driven urges. I have three of them on the bed enjoying the sunbeam coming through the front window, with Virga in my lap. The air is full of purr (and fur, but vacuuming is already on the Do List and I'll get to it soon. Someday.).
Now I'm sitting in bed, still in jammies, sipping coffee, and surfing my comic bookmarks ...
I could be doing this almost every weekend morning if I wanted. Only I never do. Not sure why.
Maybe it's because every weekend morning tends to be full of things to do, permeated with a subtle push to get MOVING, time's awastin', limited hours remaining before I have to be back at the office on Monday. It's not restful, it's just shifting from work-at-office to catchup-at-home. Or rather, try-not-to-fall-behinder-at-home.
Today I'm feeling a bit pressured to get my ass in gear and start chores. Even more so than other weekends, because I have this overall feeling of "now there is no excuse, no way to blame lack of time for the messy house and undone do-list, unsold items, unfixed stuff, dirty laundry, unsorted paperwork {etcetcetc}".
The cats, on the other hand, have no such guilt-driven urges. I have three of them on the bed enjoying the sunbeam coming through the front window, with Virga in my lap. The air is full of purr (and fur, but vacuuming is already on the Do List and I'll get to it soon. Someday.).