DanielSTJ - You go! Write all the words!
thereeness - Taking creative breaks is perfectly normal and acceptable (see also
The Oatmeal), just so long as it doesn't become stagnation. Use the time to recharge, maybe do some reading or absorbing of ideas.
A drizzly Friday morning, up way too early, and will be leaving for work soonish; gotta drop the garbage off on the way. If I leave early enough, I might even gas up the car on the way in. Trying to decide if I'm ambitious enough to shop my way home. Probably not. Will be going out Saturday anyway for that emissions thing. Fingers crossed Mom's car still runs okay. (Sometimes I wonder why we keep it.)
Away I drift.
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And it's later on Friday. Just finished off a discounted coconut cream pielet (or whatever you call those little personal-sized pie things), because I figured I'd earned it. Probably haven't, but that's what I figured.
Work existed. Early start next Wednesday and Thursday. I think we'd have done a better job catching up if we weren't down so many people; end of year vacations crossed with HR suddenly getting all snarky about people going over vacation hour limits, so people had no choice but to take vacation time at the worst possible time of the year. Eh, well... HR isn't exactly popular around these parts.
I did indeed go shopping after work (hence me figuring I'd earned a pielet for ambition, if not productivity). They had their slippers on sale, but were already down to the crud sizes, so I'll have to order myself new ones from Amazon. May have to order ones for Dad, too, while I'm at it; he has foot swelling issues due to circulation problems. My old slippers - a size too big for me when I got them, and for various reasons I wound up just giving them to Dad during this hospital incident because they're easier to get on and off than his shoes - are turning out to be a little too small for him sometimes. (Foot swelling varies.) In any event, other than the pie, it was mostly a waste of a shopping trip save a really good price on fresh whole turkeys (fifty cents a pound? Pick up a twenty-pounder and that's two, three meals for us, easy. More if I ever get the ambition to make turkey soup with the bones.)
Then I come home and find out about a whole list of things Mom meant to tell me to pick up, but didn't write down or say anything about.
It's always something...
Away I wander. Don't need to start dinner for almost an hour, so I'll probably poke about or read a bit or otherwise do things that don't require standing.