past my bed time
It’s half-past-midnight, and I’m not asleep yet. There’s a beat-you-to-pulp sort of day behind me, and a load of laundry ahead of me, waiting to go into the [currently occupied] dryer.
On days like these, when tasks start to slip and I start getting off my game, I start wondering if all those assertions that I’ve got too much on my plate are actually true. Fortunately, I generally manage to remember that my super-productive days will always balance out the ones like today.
And now, while I’m waiting patiently for the auto-dry dial to decide my clothes are done, I think I’ll go wash the dishes.
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