Writing, writing, deadline approaching and still not done. Might have to scrape and beg an extra day. Still 2 book write-ups to do, too. Usually they're the first thing I get done, and now I'll be rushing them like an undergraduate, but without the time and youthful energy or any of the chemical benefits from which today's teens seem to 'benefit.' I'm realizing how valuable are my three hours on a Sunday morning with a sitter coming to look after the kids. Somehow, the loss of that time over the month -- a total of about 12 hours in April what with Easter, etc -- has floored me.
Why is it the busier and tireder I am, the more I am able to successfully write a blog entry?
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