Yesterday, right around 3 o'clock, I started feeling wistful and panicked and desperate. The weekend was sliding to a close -- I was going to the gym at 3:30 and had friends coming for dinner at 6, so I was almost done with my free time, and I just felt so disappointed. A whole, empty weekend, and although I was up at 6 both mornings, I left so much undone.
1) I did not figure out The Definitive Cure for Crohn's Disease. I read for three hours on Saturday, all around the Internets, and I had big plans to summarize the landscape of thought about the illness and form a plan to start learning more about the various theories out there. But I don't think I've read enough yet to really do that. There are some serious proponents of a kind of onerous diet, so you may indeed get your wish to think about some adaptive cooking. Anyway, stay tuned.
2) I did not pay our taxes. Nor did I sit down and think about Personal Finance, and figure out a Grand Plan. That's on my list of things to do.
3) I did not solve the problem of not having a reading chair in my office. I got most of my books out of boxes but now I need more bookshelves. I did not solve that.
4) I raked a lot of leaves but did not borrow a truck to take the huge pile of sticks and branches to the dump. Our small backyard is almost entirely full of pieces of the old apple tree that NBT pruned. So that's not done.
5) I did not figure out a satisfying storage solution for my t-shirts. They're still getting jammed into the bottom bureau drawer, along with sweatpants and jeans. It's not the right answer.
6) I did not figure out how to Get Totally Organized. I'm going to have to do that one night this week. The current problem is that my days are heavily scheduled on Microsoft Outlook, so during business hours I have become trained to rely on that. That's good, right? But I don't use it when I'm away from work, and I don't have a system that captures the information. So when I'm not in my office, I'm never quite sure when I'm busy, or what I'm forgetting. I would really like to avoid a PDA, but I'm not sure if I can.
7) I did not read any Shakespeare, or any of the Grapes of Wrath. I hardly read ANYTHING this weekend.