Too much time on my hands leads to me not doing anything.
This is not good, as I have a list that extends to two pages filled with
numbers, subcategories, and items to be accomplished each day.
So far, nothing has been accomplished.
I do have a 9 mile run planned for Thursday. It has started to consume
most of my waking moments. What time to start? What to take to drink?
Where to run? What kind of music to listen to?
I still have to work on my front porch.
Clean out those kitchen cupboards.
Mow the yard.
Cut down the flowers that are done for the season.
Yawn.
My other self says, "Get your sorry Ass into gear!"
Tune in to see if I do.
