Today, the weather in my corner of the UK is not the kind of weather that makes me want to go outside ever. It’s a bit rainy and very windy. Sitting here in my cosy den, I hear my wind chimes chiming in the breeze, I hear rain on the window and the sound of the wind blowing through trees. The sky is a featureless dull white and my view across to Liverpool is absent.
It’s a peaceful kind of rainy day as, home alone, I can do whatever I want to do.
- write to-do list – 7 items
- bake sweet potatoes – not on my to-do list
- make phone call, send email – that’s 2 crossed off
- menu plan today to Sunday – another 1 crossed off
- write this… instead of any of the remaining 4 items on my to-do list
- think about which task to tackle next
- fail to make a decision and mindlessly browse the internet
- have lunch
- prepare dinner
Decision making isn’t my strong point, it’s obviously very useful to have a list of tasks to focus on but not so useful if you can’t decide what order to do things in… on that note I’m off to [no, not mindlessly browse the internet], start writing a children’s storybook and decide on some poems to submit. Then, after lunch, rummage through my fabric drawer and do the Tesco order for next week.