I have the best intentions. I really do. Every Friday evening, I think, “Okay, tomorrow I’m going to…” and make a long list of things. Naturally, I don’t get everything done on Saturday, so I decide I’ll do the rest on Sunday. Ha.
This weekend, I mowed 40% of the yard, read two books and checked out two more, did two loads of laundry, went grocery shopping, went back-to-school shopping, made chili, balanced the budget, and went to church. (Actually, when I look at that list, I don’t look like such a slacker after all.)
However, I didn’t mow the rest of the yard, vacuum the house, do the rest of the laundry, pull weeds, trim bushes, or anything else I had thought about doing. Reading two books gets in the way of a lot of that other stuff, as it turns out.
We’re due for a dry spell, which we could use after what has been a very rainy summer so far. That will help slow down the growth of the jungle that is my yard. Maybe mowing won’t be such a chore, and I can get some other yard work done before risking heat stroke.
Or, I could just decide that I’m going to read as much as I want while it’s hot, then declare a moratorium on reading during the cool weather.
Unfortunately for me, I can justify almost anything.