But she breaks just like a little girl

I had so many plans for this vacation, but I've passed the halfway mark and gotten very few of them done.

The good news is, I think I finally got rested up from the work madness of the last few weeks before the break and from the long, winding year. I actually had energy today. Maybe I'll get more done now. Or not.

I seem to be easily distracted—set out to do one task, get snagged by another, then fascinated by something else. Not a recipe for productivity. I've done some writing, but I'd planned on more; I've done some reading-for-crit but have yet to crit; I've not cleaned; I've cooked a little, but none of the grand schemes I had before the break; and the étagère remains unputtogether, the bathroom mirror frame untiled.

I have made good progress on the music project I was not doing, though.

The cat is in the process of harassing me, trying to get me off the computer and into the chair so she can have lap time. She's gotten quite used to having me to herself in the evenings and firmly planted in the reading/viewing chair. I generally don't do much computing weeknights because of the overuse syndrome. It's not a good idea to spend all day on the computer then all night on the computer. Neck spasms result. Pain is a wonderful reminder to take breaks. Cat reminds me to take breaks, too, by knocking things off table, jumping on the back of the chair to step on my shoulders, getting in my face, running across the keyboard, etc., etc. Since I ran errands quite a lot today I haven't been 'putering much and thought I'd get in some time this evening, but...

It looks like I'd better do as I'm told and sit my booty in the reading chair. I'm pussy-whipped, I am.

(And mostly loving it.)