I HATE wasting time. I live and die by the clock - I mean REALLY. (It's part of my job -- newscasts have to end on time -- no matter how much -- or how little -- news there is. And they always start on time - whether you're ready or not.)
And today: I was given the gift of time. My darling husband arranged it so I'd have the morning to myself. I could sleep in ... (barking dogs woke me up) ... and then I could do some cleaning around the house I've been wanting to do without my little shadow ... or munchkins messing up all my work. And it is now 10:36 and I have done NOTHING. Bwack!
I came down to the computer at 10am. And I'm still here. Wasting time! It's amazing how you can get sucked into ... oh, I'm gonna check this and this ... and respond to emails with Gore Vidal verbosity. I. Can't. Pull. Myself. Away!
Ok ... time to hit the house....I'll just work faster to make up for lost TIME.