productive

Today got off to a slow start but really I think it was possibly one of the most productive days ever…. particularly if you start counting once I had levered myself out of bed and had the requisite amount of caffeine surging through my blood stream.

So what did I do…… well…….

I built a desk and I only mucked up one bit, have only one screw not used and it is still together an hour later. Result. Then I constructed a desk chair and to my amazement the hydrolyic-uppy-downy bit works. Excellent. Nipped off to China Town and procured a bamboo steamer. I still can’t figure out how to get a microwave into my kitchen so it is back to the steaming of vegetables on the stove. With the limited storage in my perfectly formed but rather tight kitchen the bamboo version of a steamer is perfect. And as if this wasn’t enough to declare the day productive I also sorted out my bedroom, put away the blow up bed, went to the supermarket, made that phone call I have been meaning to make, wrote a few emails………

If every day was like this it would be amazing. Which I guess sets up the question… why is it that we aren’t able to be this productive all the time? Is it that we kind of like to wait until the pile is enormous before we get going on it? Actually maybe that is it. We wait till the list reaches such a crescendo that the satisfaction of getting it down is so much sweeter?

Ah well who knows but today I definitely think I was productive!