Mid-day Interior Monologue

I do not have a job. (At the moment.)

I'm not in school. (Auditing a class doesn't count.)

Except for a few days every three weeks, I generally feel pretty good. (Chemo notwithstanding.)

So why, why, why do I find myself unable to make any headway at all with my ever-growing to-do list?

Or my ever-expanding pile of newspapers and New Yorkers?

Or my overflowing e-mail?

Or my very slow-growing scarf?

Or my very important physical-therapy exercises?

Not to mention phone calls I want to return (hi, very patient friends!), books I want to read, movies I want to see, things I want to write, places I want to go, etc. . . .

Must, must, must find a way to up my productivity quotient.

Now.