I'm Late...

It was a rabbit. Wasn't it?
It pulled out a pocket-watch, consulted it nervously, tutted in my general direction, and hopped off out of the bedroom.

"Did you see that?" I asked, but discovered to my surprise that d was already up and bustling about downstairs.
"I'm late, I'm late..." muttered what oculd only be d or the rabbit.

I rubbed my eyes. It was going to be one of Those Days, clearly. I'd deliberately shut off my alarm this morning, because - and this in itself is tragic - I didn't have time to walk. When deadlines crunch, perversely, I have time to do less and less, and my next magazine deadline is crunching properly underfoot right now. Also of course, I've managed to make it through an entire week without doing very much at all of the website work I need to do in order to give people something nice to look at when my business announces itself to the world in the pages of magazines early next month.

"I'm late, I'm late..." muttered the rabbit...which, thinking about it, and admitting I'm no expert on twitchy-nosed-creature recognition before my first cup of pointless coffee in the morning, was prrrrrobably, in actual fact, a hare. A March hare, in all likeihood, which meant it genuinely was pretty damn late. Soon it won't even qualify as an April hare...

I sort of know how it feels right now. So much to do, so little time. Of course, d is undoubtedly not alone in spotting where at least some of the time I should have used to Do Productive Stuff has gone, given my mental day yesterday with the Extreme Vegans of Facebook...

Knuckling down, clearly, is the way to go. I have actually made proper progress with the magazine today as a result of this salutory, and in all likelihood entirely fictitious start to the day. Magazine looking good...or at least good-ish. And tonight, dammit, there will be web progress...

In fact, there probably would have been web progress last night if I hadn't made a stand and chosen to sit on the bike for an hour, pedalling for what is probably the first proper session of the week. Tonight, I'm prioritising the website, which means the pedalling will be sacrificed. Tomorrow, we're out nice and early, going to Karen Slinky's place for a great day with friends. Sunday, Walking with Ma, in all likelihood, and maybe an afternoon movie matinee, just to prove that we're not just wage-slaves, but actually Have Lives, Dammit! Then Monday, back on a train to London, and the demented hamster-wheel turns again.

It's funny, there was a time - a heavier time - when we sort of used to dream of Having A Life. Night after night of sitting on our couch, watching cooking programmes, eating gorgeous food, until unconsciousness claimed us. Now we've actually GOT a Life, and while on the whole, I wouldn't trade you a day of Now for a year of Then, just occasionally, it's bloody exhausting...Now excuse me, have to go - Stuff To Do, don'tcha know...

I'm soooo bloody late....