Today was supposed to be the day I sat and made CD's to listen to the Memories of the Futurecast at work. Since I was going to have 3 days off this week and am down to one I didn't want to spend it at home. Home is not condusive to productivity of the kind that I am accustomed. So I am at a coffee shop, swapping emails with a potential date, catching up on blog posts from friends and looking for more blogs to follow. I'm also supposed to be finishing a piece of fiction but the atmosphere here is too distracting. I should have brought my earphones so I can listen to Pandora.
Any thoughts I had of being productive have gone right out he window. The cold has worn me down and the building frustrations outside of the man issues have me in a fog. Is there anything wrong with wanting a day to shut off the mind, reconnect with the spirit and just retreat sans invading Huns on your arse? No. And yet, while I know it is essential to take the time to reboot yourself... I feel guilty doing so. Nonsense I know.
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