The sun is out.
The spring weather is finally starting to feel warm and I need to uh, finish some work and go grocery shopping today.
But today, the writing is just not going well and I don't feel like going into a grocery store – it's cold and dark in there.
So, instead, I've opened windows, I've played with the cat, I've emptied half the dishwasher and I've texted and e-mailed several friends.
I've been on Facebook for a while and I've thrown out some mail today too. I’ve made my bed and I've wandered around my house and thought about the fact that I don't feel like sitting down and doing my work.
In other words, I've accomplished nothing today.
And I've decided to blame the warm weather.
Because I don't want to be working and doing chores, I want to be outside playing in my garden or just reading a book in the sun.
But I won't go and let myself just do those things because I'm supposed to be working and getting groceries.
So, instead of just getting the work done and letting myself get out there I am sulking and accomplishing nothing.
I have become one of my children.