I ask myself what on earth I do all day that stops me from getting things done.  And I have no answers.  Because I should have all the time in the world.  I think back to my lifestyle over the years - my "normal" life, if you like - and seemed to be balancing about three different lives, all at once.  Working full-time as a TAFE teacher, then coming home to do dinner and family things, then more often than not going out at night to choir, fellowship, Amnesty International, church stuff.  Weekends catching up with housework and more church stuff, and friends.  Putting on endless barbecues or having people for dinner or picnics.  Enjoying it all.

Nowadays I have only myself to look after, and Don to visit each day.  You'd think my house would be immaculate, all the cupboards tidy, and the photograph albums finally complete and labelled.  Trouble is, I don't seem to have any time to do anything.  A couple of hours in the morning for housework and chores, then off to Bayside.  But after that, it's hard coming in at three o'clock in the afternoon and feeling motivated to start in on jobs - ironing, paying bills, sorting out paperwork. 

Much easier - and more enjoyable - to take the dog for a walk, watch a bit of TV (eg the French Open is on as I write this, and I find every match rivetting), do the crossword and the sudoku.  Hey presto, suddenly it's dark and too late for chores.  The day is over and once again, I didn't do much.  And my day's list (I am a great list-maker) has almost half the items still not ticked off.

You might want to know where does "write up your blog" fit into all this?  With the chores that I put off?  or with the sudoku and walking the dog, something to look forward to?  Hmmmmm, tough question.