I’ve been home all of 15 minutes today. I have a couple days a week where it’s literally get up, go to work, stop at home, drive the girl to an ice rink, and then get home just in time to sleep. I either need to try to write a blog post on my phone or get up earlier. Morning is a sadistic bitch so I’m sitting in a parking lot outside an ice rink writing this on my phone. Wasn’t sure it could be done. So far, so good.
A random thought that crossed my mind recently: The word phone has come to mean so much more in recent years. I use mine as a telephone far less than I use it as a computer, camera, calculator, TV, bank, game console, and about a million other things that I just got tired of coming up with. It’s pretty mind boggling. But yet, we still call it a phone.
Early this morning I FORCED myself to do 5 minutes on The Drawer. I seriously had to talk myself into it until it dawned on me that I was whining to myself about having to do something for 5 whole minutes. Here’s what it looks like
There’s progress! Now I’m sure some would say “just finish it!”, and while that probably would be quick and easy it would be too much like work and not nearly as fun!