The closest I came to doing any work today was opening a blank spreadsheet when I turned the computer on this morning. Well, I did go to the post office and pick up the company mail, so I guess technically that falls into the ďworkĒ category (in the same sense that lying awake at night worrying about deadlines is ďwork,Ē I suppose). I was serious when I planned to get some work done today, but I should have known better. This is a typical Saturday pattern, and I might as well accept it.
The closest thing I did to housework today (and thereís plenty of it that could have been done) was changing a light bulb. Over the last couple of weeks Iíve managed to track in leaves and twigs and even a little mud, but Iím waiting for it to dry up a bit more before running the vacuum cleaner over it. At least, thatís my excuse for not doing it yet. Besides, the grounds are still muddy, so thereís every chance Iíll track in more of the same. Maybe Iíll just wait until spring to worry about it.