I have come to view Monday as the precursor to the end of the week’s exclamation, “Oh, rats, I didn’t get anything done this week.” I don’t start out with the cheery thought of getting everything all caught up; I don’t even start out with the thought of making a dent in the list of things I have to do. I just open my eyes and know it’s the start of the melt down clock.
That is ridiculous. Before I know it I am going to be anticipating ruing the procrastination that will not actually occur until May.
Somewhere in my mind, I know there is a logical way out of this. If only I could figure it out. Well, maybe I’ll concentrate on it tomorrow.