Don't you just love when you can see a disaster in the making? And upon realizing you have the power to prevent said disaster by acting today, instead decide, "I'll deal with that tomorrow," a la Scarlett O'Hara?
Somewhere in the last couple of months I have decided that I don't work on Saturdays. In fact, I usually make an effort to not go anywhere near a computer, including e-mail and blogging. It's restorative to have one full, computer-free, typing free, work free day each week.
However, I have work to do this weekend. Mega-work. As in, due dates are Monday and Tuesday and there ain't nowhere left to run and hide. But looking at the piles of work I have decided, "Eh. Tomorrow." Knowing full well that I have a 15-mile run tomorrow morning which will occupy me until almost noon once I add in shower, lunch, and drive time. Then my sister-in-law and nephew are coming over at 3. I've warned them I must work, but you know how that goes. Exactly how much work can one get done with a 6-year-old in the house?
So I don't know when I think I'm going to get done the hours of work that await me. I better be damn productive between noon and 3 and probably up by 4 a.m. on Monday to make up for lost (squandered) time. The words better flow.
Because I'm not working today. Cheers!