hour lost to coffee

One minute it was an hour ago, curled up on a chair I take my first sip of coffee; savour it and the next minute I find myself looking at the clock realizing that it has jumped ahead. An hour gone in instant, damn but that must have been a fine cup of Joe.

My thoughts are scattered today, so please bear with me ‘cause I don’t see there being any continuity in this post. Trying to sort the day out into slots of time, there are things I want to accomplish and yet I rebel, I want to throw off this mantel of responsibility and maturity. I want to sit on a swing under the summer sun, bare feat playing in the sand. I want to sit here, a pouting child, playing games not giving any of my worries a second thought. And yet there is a part of me screaming for structure, for discipline and schedules. There is a need for orderly creation, for a sense of accomplishing something within an allotted space of time. If only I could snap my fingers and have everything fall into place.

So things to do include; upgrading MT, cleaning, coding, editing and because I am such a glutton some work that I took home with me. No, I honestly don’t know what I was thinking. Not only do my hours get cut, here I am at home contemplating working à la bénévolat.

Maybe I’ll start with cleaning, first though I think I’ll indulge in another cup of coffee with ice-cream!