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November 24, 2013
I am procrastinating the day away. It's 9:30 am. 100 words has nothing to do with my plans or productivity. And yet, I sit and type and smile and nod about all the wisdom and humor and facts I'm pouring out onto these pages. I want to stay in my PJs and watch the day roll by. I used to love the surge I'd get in formulating my to-do lists for the day. Now I'm adverse to even think about making a list. My list is useless. It's filled with all the minutia I know how to do.