Somehow, I feel I should be working

Yesterday was a slow, mellow day. I left the house a bit later than I would have liked (around 11:30) to walk down to the TMR library and then up to Rockland to develop some photos. The library was closed as I past it, so straight up to Rockland for me. I submitted my digital prints and they told me to come back in a half-hour.

A half-hour of store-browsing later (note to self: looking at manequins makes me get body issues; try to avoid it) I went back to the Pharmaprix. My pictures weren't ready because there was a huge order before mine. They said my picutres might be ready in an hour. Now I had a choice: stay around Rockland, with no book and no money to buy food, getting ever hungrier and more miserable looking at the manequins, or go home. I decided that hunger trumped photos and high-tailed it back home, stopping only at the now-open library along the way.

By the time I got home, had lunch, and checked my email, my photos were ready. So, feeling somewhat foolish, I hopped in my car to go pick them up. (I'm not so foolish as to do that walk twice in a single day.) Came back, made some chai, did some writing, and pretty much waited around for gaming people to show up.

Gaming was. This was the pseudo-Firefly game. This week's session was set on Risa, the pleasure planet. Star Trek fans will recognize this name. The rest of you will wonder how we're geeking out this time.

Game ended. I read until Marc called. I look forward to Marc calls, I really do. Then to bed.

Today I don't work, but I do need to plan my lesson for tomorrow and do some errands. If you're lucky, I may even write up a Daily Breadcrumbs essay or two. Anyway, now it's off to Tim's for breakfast. I've got a hankering for their breakfast biscuits. TTFN!

Listless

I'm experiencing that particular brand of listlessness that comes from putting off something you know you're supposed to be doing. In this case, the "something" is lesson planning for tomorrow morning's class. I know from past experience that, really, this will probably only take about an hour, perhaps even less. On the other hand, I just don't seem to be able to do it. Instead, I just polished off a novel I picked up at the library yesterday.

It's not like I don't have other things to occupy myself, either. I've got a list as long as my arm of stuff I want to do before Pennsic (two and a half months left!); I'm a week overdue on Daily Breadcrumbs; I've been telling our chronicler for weeks that I'd get articles in for our local SCA newsletter; I should probably be looking for work in case the ILSC stuff falls through; I should continue the process of cleaning up my room... and yet I don't. It's very, very weird.

Right. I'll attempt to do some cleaning and purging. At the very least, I'll have something tangible as a result of the next few hours, and it may actually put me in the mood to do something more important.

Inspired!

( This is what I want to do. Now I just need to make it happen. )

Okay, that said, I need to plan my lesson for tomorrow. No matter how inspired I am, I can't really work my idea at my current school, so it's time for some grammer-based lesson planning. *grin*