I seem to have lost my motivation to be a productive person after work. This is the second night in a row I've had with nowhere to be and nothing to do, and its been one of dozens since finishing school. Yet I can't seem to get back into the swing of things with cooking, cleaning, and tackling the to-dos.
Exhibit A are the two dresses and one skirt I desperately need altered - the dresses for an upcoming out of town wedding, the skirt to augment my terribly sparse work wardrobe. The tailor I plan on going to is nearby, and open till 6:30. And yet the pile has sat in my living room for about 2 1/2 weeks now. Maybe more.
Exhibit B is the mess of a refrigerator, jumble of a pantry, and deathtrap of a storage cabinet lurking in the kitchen. Alongside the haven't-been-mopped-since-probably-May floors.
I could go on but the picture is clear. Last night, though I was successful with my no-internet-past-nine rule I only managed to wash the dishes then crawl into bed at 9:30, read a bit, and pass out around 10.
It's 7:45 tonight. I have neglected to plan or cook or eat dinner yet again. I might just have a gin and tonic.
Perhaps it's the heat, the constant white noise of the air conditioners too - lulling me into an unproductive stupor.
Whatever it is, I really hope to shake it soon. Or at least channel my lethargy into conquering the 300+ pages left in my August book club pick, Pride and Prejudice. As the host, it would behoove me to actually finish, I think.
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