Maybe it's the changing seasons, who knows? One excuse is as good as another for not doing that which needs to get done. Camille and I were discussing our similar attitudes the other day as she showed me a current project that she has yet to start, with the last project still unfinished under the table. I told her that I wake up every day thinking of all that I plan to accomplish and go to bed with little to nothing done. It's demoralizing. She said she found making a list helpful. Umm, yes, in moderation.
I used to make lists, long lists, of everything that should be done. I spent more time making lists than doing the work. A list of everything was just overwhelming, so I quit that. Now when I get a burst of ambition (don't hold your breath on that one), I make a three-item list. That is definitely more realistic. I made such a list yesterday and actually accomplished it all. Flushed with success, I threw in a couple of more chores for good measure. (Dusting wasn't one of them.)
Woke up in the middle of the night to the unmistakable sound of a cat yarking up a fur ball or some such. Usually the quickest way to find the results is with bare feet in the dark of morning so I was treading very carefully today. The sun is up now and I've hunted all over the bedroom, the closet, the hall, and the guest room. I know I didn't dream it (who would dream of such a thing?), but I'll be darned if I can find anything. The hunt will continue. It's at the top of the list.