I’ve adjusted the desk chair a few times searching for ergonomic perfection. I should get myself a glass of water in case I get thirsty, but then I might have to take too many bathroom breaks, and that would certainly be distracting…don’t want to get distracted.
I could use the iPad to type on, if I knew how to do such a thing. I think I recall being told I’d need to buy a word processing app, but the descriptions were a little hazy, so I panicked. Somebody told me that google documents was a cool thing to use. I did a test run with saving a mock document on the google thing, but wondered where those words were going to go when I am sleeping. I don’t need just anybody on the interwebs reading my stories before their time. Other people might not care like you do.
In a moment of pure frustration, well not so pure as it was tainted with a dash of panic, I headed for the computer. Since I was there, I figured I should check emails and look for blog updates, even though I had done so two hours ago. Who knows what my friends in the blog world might’ve talked about in my absence. What if they are sitting at their computers doing some procrastinating of their own, just hoping somebody comments on a post they have written? How can I let them down?
It is such a lovely time of day when the sun comes in my windows. Of course it would be even more lovely if there were less streaks clouding my vision. Maybe I should grab some Windex and clean that up. There is probably going to be some glare on the computer screen in a few minutes. Let me just close those drapes and solve both problems.
My back really is hurting. I wonder if it’s from all of the slouching. There is a hump forming on my back from all of the years of hunching. Sometimes I think the shock of standing up straight too often makes it protest as well.
There is really something to be said about procrastination. There’s almost an art to it. The whole business of trying to actually look like one is attending to something more pressing can be tricky. For example, I just realized that I have laundry in both machines waiting for the grand rotation. That’s kind of important. Hmmm, I should probably go deal with that, but knowing that I will not be able to convince myself to sit back down again? Too risky.
I guess I have nowhere left to run, but wait, is that the Daily Show I hear in the background? Is my husband watching that without me? I feel like we really connect sometimes when we watch that show together. We manage adult conversations about topics they bring up. It also serves as pretty much my only news source. Now if I miss this quality time for us, I will feel guilty if I pass out watching some other random show later.
“Are you watching the Daily Show in there?”
I guess it’s the getting started that’s tricky. Sure there’s always a beginning, but when you really sit back and think of where that is, it isn’t so easy to find. I can always fix it later. I should really just start, shouldn’t I? It’s not really the business of starting that makes me anxious, but rather knowing that once I start, I will not find peace until I finish.
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