It’s been a bit of a weird weekend. I’ve been feeling like I’m at a bit of a loose end since yesterday. Which is a worry, because with being back at work, the weekend is really the only time to get things done. I feel bad for not making the most of it.
The problem, I think, is that my weekly planner ran out, so I have no to-do-list for the weekend. Even if you ignore the list, at least it tells you what you should be doing. Right now I have no plan and no projects. It’s already March. The year is just flying by. This is not the time to be without a plan. If I don’t come up with one soon, the whole year will be gone before I know it.
I guess I do have some goals for the year, but most of them are like saving money. They are there, but they involve not doing things and don’t exactly fill my time.
The whole situation is not helped by the fact that it is stinking hot and my air-conditioner is broken. All I really want to do is lay in front of the fan. Two more weeks to wait for the repair person, because its summer and everyone wants aircon right now (including me), and that’s assuming it can be fixed.
Time to find a bit of paper and write a list, I think.
Being, Nothingness and 1000 quilt blocks 