We are at the halfway point in this weekend and so, theoretically, I should have completed about half of the things that are on my to-do list for this weekend.
And, while the number is not exactly 50%, it is pretty close.
Which is like saying Dallas, Texas is pretty close to Melbourne, Australia … if the units you are measuring with are light-years. In that case, Dallas is practically a suburb of Melbourne. Or vice versa.
So, in other words, I’ve gotten next to nothing accomplished that I set out to accomplish, though this wasn’t for lack of trying.
I did all of the things I normally do on Saturday. Vacuuming. Dusting. Dishes. Laundry. Sprucing things up a bit. Errands. Shopping.
No … THAT part of the list is right on track.
The part of the list that is hopelessly behind are the things that I enjoy doing. Writing. reading. Listening to music. Relaxing.
And I’m not sure I’ll get to those things tomorrow, either.
Maybe in the future I should do the fun things first, and the non-fun things afterwards.
But something tells me I’d never get to the non-fun part of the list.