Pooped. Always pooped.

When you’ve got Things You Really Should Be Doing, there is no finer time to put bootees on a brown dog:

Sometimes I’m really good at using procrastination to light a fire under other things I’ve been meaning to be doing. It’s a way of legitimising the not-doing: I avoid doing the washing by cleaning the fish tank; I avoid fixing a mistake in my knitting by fixing a lesser mistake on a different project; I avoid working on a story that needs editing by taking a second job as a window licker. That sort of thing.

Today I’m procrastinating by following the dog around with my camera and calling it blog-worthy.