I think there's a temperate depression happening in my head today. Either that Or a depressive episode is starting. I think it's more the first: I didn't do a workout yesterday, and it's cold enough today that I'm wearing a second shirt at work (I keep a big-ass shirt here just for that purpose.
Not working out yesterday... man, that's really getting to me. I chose not to, and not for any really good reason other than I just didn't wanna. Likewise, I didn't do any work on the sill forms. Nor did I clean, or do any of the other myriad things that I need to do.
What I did do: I took the dog for a good length walk, and I started a load of laundry. I watched a bit more of Harry Potter, discovered some nifty things about Blu-ray menus, put a 1G flash drive in the Blu-Ray player. Really, I managed to slack off an entire evening without actually doing anything. I can't remember the last time I did that.
More *stuff* is slowly going away. I'm quite okay with that, as long as it's my choice. Some stuff I want to keep, but some of it is stuff that I've held on to for really absurd reasons now that I think about it, and I do need to make things go away. That's really hard to do without concentrated effort and I'm trying to concentrate my effort elsewhere right now, but before too long I'll have to begin switching gears to the interior. I have a bad feeling it's gonna happen a lot sooner than I'm expecting and it's gonna catch me unawarez. How I could plan for being unplanned is a remarkable feat normally reserved for politicians, but I digress.
