Do you ever have days where you’re up early and feel as if you can do just about anything? That was me today with the sun not more than a glow behind the mountains and everyone still fast asleep. But that was three hours ago, and all I’ve accomplished is consume two cups of a very dark Brazilian coffee I found at a local Latin market, and a rather large bowl of Wheeties.
I’ve flitted from the website of a cooking group I belong to expecting to see this month’s challenge posted (it wasn’t…) to a photography site where I continue to read about how to improve the lighting in my photos and how to build my own lightbox, wondering if any of the boxes in our garage are large enough to work so I don’t have to get in the car before it’s absolutely necessary today.
I gaze through the stats on my food blog and wonder how it’s possible for the number of page views its recorded are possible since my last check and where they’re coming from. That takes me to who is so I can research an IP address even though I know that never really tells me anything helpful.
All the while, I’m making a mental list of what I’ll accomplish today and the time is steadily ticking. Always ticking. And to make matters worse, I’ve activated the voice on my Mac to let me know the time on the hour and half hour because I lose track of it so often now, engrossed in too many things all at one time, wanting to do them all, and able to finish only one or two. It’s truly annoying.
I’ve wasted at least a half hour searching for an article I saved not too long ago knowing I had something to say about it and now can’t find it. It’s no wonder since I bookmark extensively using delicious, Evernote, and Firefox. I’ve searched, and it’s just not there. So then the wind goes out of my sails, and I scan my sidebar to visit someone — anyone — arriving there and marveling not only over their writing, but the lots and lots of people who comment there. I even visit some of the commentors, thinking about the little community this person has built. Or is it acquired? No matter. It exists. People take the time to stop and say something instead of, “Nice.” or “Looks terrific.”
I remember those days.
It’s what I get for defecting almost permanently to foodland.
Goodness. I’m here so infrequently now I even get spam telling me they can’t figure out my posting schedule. How hilarious is that? Um, can you tell us what your posting schedule is so we can spam you more than we already do? kthxbai.
It’s almost 10 now, and so I must make some decisions about this chilly, grey….wait.
It’s April Fools Day!
Clearly, the joke is on me.
Thinking I’d actually accomplish something.
Right.