I have no idea whether I count today as productive or not. Lately, days seem to slip away – caught up in a thousand little things I am doing. Is this a direct result of being unemployed?
If so, it’s just fine by me.
Shopping: holy schnickeries! I am doing Christmas baking this year. Do you have any idea how long it takes to track down every single ingredient in the baking of just one Christmas stollen? I haven’t even begun on truffles and treats yet, although I did visit the liquor store (truffles) and got a small bottle of cognac. One has to start somewhere!
And then there was more shopping, which included a visit to a couple of dress shops just to scope out the New Year’s Eve selection. Of course, a new dress will involve new shoes – and stockings and goddess knows what else. Eek! (okay, okay – I admit, it kind of feels like fun, although it also feels like I should be severely chastised by the “I only shop for hiking gear” club.)
Then, miraculously it was lunch time and nap time and walking the dog time. And during all this there’s laundry and cleaning and vacuuming and gift wrapping (which takes time because it’s a bit of an art form. And I even managed (finally) to make a paper Christmas ornament for Joanne! (And I really hope her expectations are very, very low.)
I am also making a big pot of soup.
And have I done any writing today? Of course not – sloth that I am!
However, it is only a bit after 5 – maybe I can get something done. Not writing. I am not in a creative tizzy – some reading of Simon’s next chapter – that seems in order right about now. And reading means I can be perfectly lazy: lying on the couch, feet up on the ceiling (it’s okay – it’s a very low ceiling and it really is very comfortable) and just lolling away the rest of the day.
Smiling and feeling good.