Getting To Work

Granted, I'm not driving anywhere, but I do try to start my day off right. A walk around the block, which is a mile and a half, just to get my blood pumping. Then a quick breakfast, where I finish by making my daily pot of coffee.

When my schedule is off, I'm off. Today it's a bit chilly and foggy outside, and I just don't feel like walking. Yesterday I was exhausted and slept an extra two hours. And yeah, my production was way off for a Tuesday.

Today I have an agenda. And it's to finish Talson's Test so I can get to my other--languishing--Cougar Falls story. But a sneaky, sly part of me keeps urging me to return to my bed, to get just a tiny catnap and recharge my creative juices. The BS flag rises in protest. I can't catnap. Nope. A "tiny" nap will turn into sleeping the morning away, and I just don't have time to do it, no matter how much I might wish I could.

Sometimes commuters have it best. Having to work away from home takes you away from temptation. My bed is calling to me. A doughnut is calling to me. The Internet is calling to me. But I'm NOT going to cave. Not until I've finished writing my story. Then I might reward myself with a nap. If I get done before my kids come home from school. Sigh. No rest for the weary.