I sit and the cat begs to get in my lap. The dogs can't tell the difference between my inside clogs and outdoor walking boots. They stand up and bark, whine, race around like they are going to the beach (the dogs, not my clogs.) A dove crills in the background, impeding my creative stream. I've forgotten to set out the water for cleaning the fish tank. I can smell the litterbox from the desk. Coffeemaker is burbing my name. Facebook friends are posting and I've gotta see what's up. The new meditation isn't working, The worries bubble to the surface and take charge.
It's 8:30am.
I work from home.
It goes on, much like this for the remainder of the day.
Except that the dust bunnies start to communicate with the sand kicked-in from the porch, around 11:30. The mail carrier comes to the door, the dogs go berzerk, as though they don't see him every weekday plus Saturdays. He strolls by, headset plugs out the chaos. Lucky him.
I work on reconstructing last years mileage log. Sort and organize business receipts, track down W-2's, 1099's, and other income confirmations. The bank statements are in chronological order, as are investment documents, contributions, and volunteer mileage sheets. CRP's (Certificate of Rent Paid) been requested (the ex-landlord NEVER sends it out anything automatically nor timely. I've gotta hound him like there's no tomorrow to get it out.) Dodo. (He won't be offended 'cause he never reads my blog.) And please don't send it to him! No need to offend him until after I get what I need.
Too warm, then too cold. Sweater on, sweater off kinda day. I vaguely wonder what the temp is outside. My phone pleads with me to pick up, pick up, pick up. Need to take the dogs out sooner than later. The best boots are in the trunk of the car. That's parked down the street.
Then it's 9:00pm and I haven't a clue as to what I've accomplished, save walking the dogs and drinking the equivalent of three pots of coffee.
I'd best make a list of my activities so I can check 'em off...then I'll feel successful!