I got angry at Sharon the other day. She kept putting off a bunch of small jobs to sit on the computer and read. It was a bright sunny day. What I was angry about was that she had these jobs to do and was physically capable of doing them! And I would have killed to be able to swap bodies with her, to be able to approach a bunch of jobs knowing that I could achieve a decent amount of what I set out to do. I keep looking at the huge piles of stuff to sort, that need my eye and attention, that I'm usually only getting through in 15-30 minutes chunks per fucking day, and I would kill to be able to have a full day where I was able to just work solidly. If I get a full hour or more, I'm feeling blessed.

You have completely humbled me, Danny, and I think this is a good thing. I am Queen of the 'I'm tired, I'll do it later' and am always saying I should do something about it, but I'm tired and I'll do it later. It even got touched on in my end of year perfomance management at school. This has to stop. Thank you for forcing me to put it into perspective. *bigbigbighugs*