A Strange Interlude

Sunshine. Sweet, lovely, warm, friendly, sunny sunshine. At this moment it is streaming into my office window and caressing me tenderly, assuring me that it has missed me and that we will be together again soon. *sigh* I feel so warm and cozy that this time... this time, I let myself almost believe it.

It has also occurred to me that I don't write enough lists. Writing up lists of things to do only to cross them off when I have completed each task might help to organize and prioritize my life.

It might also lend a sense of urgency to things that I don't give a flying fuck about completing.

It can't hurt to try.