Knot

The trait of procrastination that makes up 90% of my personality returned today, where I put off working on the vast admin-fest that currently litters my home. I grinned all last night at my success in focussing for several hours yesterday - now my shoulders are slumped and my mouth is set in a straight line.

It took very little persuasion to... ahem, take a break and meet up with some friends for lunch and cuddle their very cute baby. Then suddenly it became vital to cut the grass and give a flowerbed the once over with a fork. In addition, the kitchen is gleaming and the bathroom sparkles.

I wonder what this evening will have in store? Maybe a surf on blipfoto and another read of this fabulous article?