Today is one of those days. One of those days that I don't actually want to do anything. That's not a good thing when you've got a nice, long list of things to do. In fact, it's a key ingredient in a recipe for a disastrous Friday night. Alas, I am sitting here at the computer instead of working on bid sheets or wrapping baskets or writing artist descriptions.
I've been trying to take it a little easier this week because I don't want to wreck my back before Friday evening. I can't afford for that to happen, and sitting on the couch, alternating ice and heat, is, for me, a surefire way to make me want to stay on the couch. Reading. Or napping. Yeah, napping. But, I feel guilty taking up real estate on the couch, so I get up and mill about and avoid doing the things I should be doing. I am just seriously unmotivated. Anyone know a cure for that?? If you do, please, for the love of Pete, tell me now.