It's almost 6 pm, and I'm still in the same bathrobe and pretty much the same position as 6 am. I only realized this was odd when the mailman waved hello to me about an hour ago, as I was sitting on the couch with my laptop, in my bathrobe.
Now, don't think I haven't done anything. The reason I haven't left the house or put clothes on or any such thing is that I've had TOO much to do. And I've gotten a fair amount done - though I'm always surprised at how quickly blocks of 4 hours can disappear.
I have a rough draft of my memo now. I just avoided everything hard. It's only rough and it's a page too long, so there will need to be some major hacking. But, it must sit to the side while I get some other things done.
I need another two days of sitting in my bathrobe to get caught up, but I have only one. If I do stay focused here though, I will run out of food and clean clothes for next week. Well, I have two bags of pita in my freezer and lots of jam and peanut butter, so I'll be fine. I'm thinking of just stuffing my big suitcase with dirty clothes to take to Oregon on Wednesday, the poor college kid coming home for mom's cooking. But, they won't all fit, and I'll have to go to the laundromat anyway when I get back then. And I'll be wearing sweatpants on the plane. Which I guess isn't bad.
Best purchase I've made in a long time? Fleece bathrobe. I could stay like this for weeks and never turn on my heat.
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