The semester is already 1/2 over; it's nearly Spring Break; I'm not working; I've accomplished nothing.
I had great plans for personal improvement, and the whole lymphedema, sleeve fitting, appointment making, rigmarole has interfered with some of that; general malaise has interfered with other aspects; poor planning has made it so that I can't even find time to organize the bookshelves in the living room. Yet, I've watched a ton of trash TV and am doing a phenomenal job of keeping up with the Kardashians, the pregnant teens, the hoarders, the clean houses, and all those polygamist Mormons. Hmmmm....I'm seeing a correlation here.
Haven't worked on my writing. Haven't taken up a hobby. Haven't worked on the family room. In general, haven't done much of anything.
Haven't even really noticed that I'm not working.
On top of having accomplished nothing, I missed the deadline to sign Tynan up for Spring Soccer. Now, to explain to the child who already thinks we all have it in for him that he's out of soccer....any takers? Damn. There goes MOTY, once again. And it's only February.