What IS IT with me? I have got to get my collective crap together.
After last night’s minor debacle in the parking lot following cake decorating class, I came home to a lovely, clean workspace. It was 8:30 p.m., and I had a plan. HAD. I was going to begin research for Dinner Theatre programming (I’ve done nothing and RtB fiend Greg is waiting to start set design). What did I do instead? Started working on an arrangement for my vocal jazz ensemble that I won’t even think of using until January. What the…?
Focus, Fink. Focus.
It’s like I don’t what to do next, in spite of having a list. What good’s a list if it all looks like a research paper written in Sanskrit? I am going kookoo. Case in point: I just got an email from the new superintendent of my school district. Nice guy. He asked me if I was the one who could give him a username and password to get into the website to edit his page. So I immediately fire up the website admin panel, and…WAIT. I’m still writing this morning’s blog post. Why don’t I finish that first, THEN give Mr. B. his login credentials?
I have the attention span of a paper clip, that’s why. Absolutely no self-discipline. Chaos. Mayhem.
All right, I’m good now. Go do the login for the super, email it to him, then get started. Right. Got it.
Now what was I going to do today again……….?