Wasted Day

Although it could be said that a day spent resting is not a day wasted, getting floored by Benadryl after getting eaten alive by mosquitoes doing yard work sure seems like it to me. My goal today had been to get up relatively early for a government holiday and get some writing done, particularly after last week. Instead, after working outside all day yesterday, I didn’t wake up until lunchtime. Now I’m fighting my way out of lost time with extra work already ahead of me tomorrow. To say I’m annoyed is an understatement.

To be specific, after only getting getting 5 pages written across 4 different projects over the entire week, I swore to myself that I’d get back to it this week without excuses. Clearly, nature had other ideas. I suppose there’s no sense in being agitated. It wasn’t like I had a choice in the matter, and the day isn’t completely over yet. Just mostly.

I don’t know what I’ll be able to salvage from this day, but here’s hoping I figure it out.