
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.
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