I waded into this missive at eleven o’clock and am dumbstruck to see it is now two o’clock.  So, in three hours I’ve penned 28 words or 9 words an hour.  If the hardest part is getting started I win.   Unfortunately, I’ve tumbled to the realization that the middle and the end aren’t for crybabies either.  

It may appear as though I have been lollygagging but that is nonsense.  Busy me every minute of those three hours.  I got a running start and jumped into a different topic but that wasn’t going well so I deleted it.  (This one doesn’t appear to be going that well either.) I cooked and ate a fried egg sandwich not because I wanted a fried egg sandwich.  I wanted two soft boiled eggs and rye toast but the eggs came out of the carton cracked on the bottom.  So that was a drag. 

I have stared out the window gloomily at yet another grey day in a very long streak of grey days.  I hope the sun is still in the sky.  Somebody should probably go check.   

I’m browsing other sites on the internet because I am weak and it is strong.  In fact I have five  screens minimized so when I need relief from my back breaking task of stringing words together I can:  cheer the football teams, scroll through email, tsk over breaking news, research synonyms (the current word pulled up is disappointment- boy howdy about that) or pop in and out of Facebook.

That was a tall tale; the part about popping in and out of Facebook.  I may pop in but once I enter my feet are apparently nailed to the floor.  Not only do I turn into a Chatty Cathy doll but I just adore spending countless hours on Farm Town.  The best present I received in years was the opportunity to buy a second farm.   Both of mine are fully decked out and in need of nothing but I still find ways each and every day to make little adjustments that eat up enormous amounts of time.  While other people are performing vital services for the betterment of mankind, I am moving imaginary sheep from barn to barn. 

I dialed up six minutes on the timer the other day but, instead of my usual dazed collapse into a chair riding out the minutes, I started a project.  I started and completed two teensy projects in those six minutes.  Done and done.  You know I, like you, have studied the time management gurus who implore us to use the remnants of time we have every day to make meaningful progress with our plans and projects. But I, like you, don’t believe everything I read and even if I did, I do sometimes enjoy simply being a carcass rather than a go-getter.   

That takes me full circle to getting started is the hardest part. Unsurprisingly talking at length about the follies of starting have taken me well past the start, into the middle, and edging up on the end of this piece.  See that is something that has always baffled me – people saying they have nothing to write about.  Well, I just proved you wrong.  I wrote about nothing but I wrote about it in a universal and entertaining way and filled up an entire piece of paper and I expect I’ll repeat that process quite often. Tomorrow’s topic may very well be the perils of the pot luck dinner.  Until then, tata.