the list

Stuff to do. Giant list. Piles of laundry. Endless important things that must must must be done. Calls to be made. Letters to send. Piles of dishes. Replace light bulbs. Rework my art website. And on and on.

Yesterday I sat in the sun for an hour, chatting with Snow and Chuck and reading a book. It was better than getting things done.

I took a nap at Snow's house while he played Sins of a Solar Empire. It was better than trying to do anything.

I came home and made smoothies and watched Top Gear with Snow and laughed a lot. It was by far better than working down my to-do list.

Motivation is a bitch when simple things are finally seeming so nice.