All week I am content with the little bit I can get written because I keep thinking I’ll make up for it over the weekend.  Then the weekend comes and goes, and I still haven’t gotten enough done.

Seriously, how does this happen?

Well this weekend it happened like this:

Saturday morning I slept in.  The DH had to work early, so I also had dog duty, which meant no early morning work.  Saturday would have been salvaged by the work I got done at the coffeeshop with Knitty Kay, but once I left the coffeeshop I also quit working for the day.

Today.  I did a little work.  Had dog duty again.  Sat down at the computer and wasted time. Realized I needed to get dinner in the crockpot.  Sat down at the computer, and realized I really needed to clean/re-organize my desk.

Well, I think you get the idea.  I had the whole day to work and I got 363 words and 2 pages revised.  Not exactly stellar productivity.

Yes, it is only 6:47 right now, but I reached a good stopping point, and I’ve stopped.  I have 12 days to get crap done.  I cannot afford to have these kinds of days.  That thought was really the only reason I even made 363 words today.  It could have been much worse.

I guess that is my silver lining.  “It could have been worse.”