It kills me. If this was March, it would be the Ides of March. but in February we are already more than halfway through it. This month is far too short to cram it all in. I mean you have Groundhog day, presidents day, Valentines day, black history month, Ash Wednesday, and what seems like 20 different family birthdays all going on in a very short 28 days. We have even managed to cram in the Winter Olympics this year (are you watching, it is quite a show they are putting on for us).
Still, I seem intent on getting more into my days and out of that I seem to get less out of my time. every little project, just a minute or two is all it will take, turns into hours that I could have been busy doing something productive. Things I didn't intend on doing at all turn into full scale projects with diagrams and notes. Stories that I know I should work on get left in the dust for shinier, newer projects.
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