Supposed to be working on a presentation (job), registering (belatedly) for a convention, dusting floors (extremely belatedly) and (unrelated) a scholarly paper. Instead I’m playing with the internet. Shameful. Confession: Sometimes I am immobilized by too-much-to-do.
Last night, whilst waiting for Kate to emerge from her theory class at Eastman and sipping peppermint tea, I finished a wee sweater for another baby born recently in my circle of friends. Again, procrastinating, but I can hardly be blamed for not dusting the floors at home as I sat at Java’s, right? And the paper? Well, I had notes with me, but the venue was really too noisy to concentrate on the Torah. The registration materials were at home, and the presentation is on a large trifold cardboard thing that I could hardly be expected to tote into a crowded coffee shop, right? And the baby is no doubt growing rapidly even as I write this. It was imperative that I finish this little bit of knitting and pack it off to the mother as soon as possible! The child could hit puberty at any minute!
Ok, I cut myself some slack that I cannot afford, and took a break from the numerous demands on my time, and did a little handwork. I don’t regret a minute spent with the tiny task. At least I don’t regret it yet… Ask me again Saturday when I’m slapping together a shoddy presentation board.
Better yet? Don’t. Thanks.