When I was a kid, I encountered this poem in my 4th grade reading book:

I Meant To Do My Work Today

by Richard LeGallienne

I meant to do my work today,
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand,
So what could I do but laugh and go?

. . . which is pretty much what happened to me over the weekend. I have work stacked upon work - a paper that's overdue, a conference presentation on Thursday, Access homework . . . and what did I do this weekend? I started another Moebius scarf. (I know, I know; I'm way behind on the pictures. Soon, I promise.)

I really can't think of anything else I did besides knit. I went grocery shopping and did my laundry, but that only took a couple of hours on Sunday afternoon . . .

Today, of course, I'm feeling very pressured and wondering about my own perversity. I could have avoided this feeling if I chose. It's not like I'm so all-fired busy all the rest of the time that I particularly needed two days to sit in my room and knit . . . I think it's more that I thought I would have the time to do my work later on. Which is surely true, but still.

Well. I'm not going to beat myself up over this, but if I could eliminate the nonsense procrastination from my life I'd be a whole lot more relaxed.

I'd better hop to . . . I've just about run out of procrastination time!