Doing nothing

Time flies when you're doing nothing.

I see that it has been three days since I wrote a thot and I wonder how that can be. I have tons of time to do whatever I want and I seem to get less done than usual.

I meet friends for lunch, draw some, play Words With Friends, read some, watch Netflix, Prime and other Roku channels. I take care of my plants and my apartment, and I talk on the phone for hours, but it seems I still have tons of time on my hands that I should put to better use.

Part of it is that I don't feel especially good right now. Tis the season to have allergies and our damp, springy weather is flooded with grass seed, cotton wood seed, and probably a million other flying things that make me miserable no matter what medicine I take.

I seem to be better at doing things that will end soon. I don't want to waste an opportunity, but give me an infinite amount of anything and I put off doing it -- because I can.

That would be okay if I always knew when something would end, or run out, or die, but I don't.

Guilt can be an intense motivator, but it is not a fun one.