If only they knew how easy it is to throw me off my game, they'd leave me alone on Sundays. That's really all I ask. I'll get all my work done in two days if the phone doesn't ring and the fax doesn't spew all weekend. Maybe I should just tell them.
Today's interruption came in the form of a totally unnecessary ten-page fax. I was sailing along, getting caught up on paying company bills and other non-sexy details of life in the construction business. I could have gone on for hours, but I lost my momentum and my enthusiasm as soon as I heard the fax machine come to life.
It would have been better for all concerned if I'd kept working. There would have been no further interruptions, and I could have finished the pesky state sales tax return that I've been putting off all month. Today was the day I was going to do it, but instead all I wanted to do all afternoon was sit. So sit I did.
If they knew how thin the thread is that hobbles me to the grindstone, they wouldn't take a chance on fraying it. They would back off especially on my most productive days, Saturday and Sunday. I'm really punishing myself by putting off the work I could have done today. But I can't help it. I'm a slave to the natural friction created by my own special brand of laziness.
Getting started is hard, but getting restarted after a caution is even harder.