The Day in Productivity

• Got up at reasonable time.
• Filed taxes, both state and federal.
• Completed and confirmed financial aid forms (absent late-discovered correction that must now wait a week, so as to allow prior changes to go through).
• Investigated certificates of deposit.
  
• Exercised.
• Bought foodstuffs.
• Bought cheapie additional exercise gear so as to facilitate future exercise.
• Worked on languishing story.

Now I just have to clean the house and unpack all of my luggage from, um, holiday travels.

Frantic Displacement Activity?

I am sitting at my desk and fantasizing. Not about vegging on the couch, watching movies, writing, eating ice cream, or drinking an amazing wine, but about exercising. Specifically, running. I hate running. I have exercise-induced asthma, I have flat feet, and I get side stitches. I also have crippling childhood memories of forced running in gym class. Everybody else would be done, and I would still be puffing through my ten-and-a-half-minute mile. There are old ladies who can walk faster than that.

Nevertheless, I'm really really wishing it weren't 20 degrees out and/or that I had a treadmill.

For the Love of All That's Holy

I'm So Bored . . .

I may be slipping into a coma.