My Day Awful...

Or 'day offal'. Or, 'day off, full'. It always goes the same way. I wait and wait for a day off, because there is so much to do. Then, instead of being hyper productive with my time, I sit around and vegetate. An idle schedule is the Devil's weekend in Vegas, I guess. Honestly, I do get a fair bit done when I have free time, but for some reason, it's the one or two things that I put off accomplishing that haunt me. This may be a personality thing. Half empty versus 'that's enough--stop pouring!'.

I attended a Sunday school lesson today, the first in many years I have attended, I suspect. It went well. It is headed by a couple that my wife and I met recently who are really quite generous and caring. Part of the discussion trended towards using your gifts. This, for whatever reason, got to me. I always figured I had been gifted in the realm of writing and music. As you can see, I'm failing miserably at managing a 'daily' blog. Music has been worse. Everyone takes a break; that is normal. I realized I was slacking more grandly than that recently when I pulled out my guitar and the cats (who just turned 1 year old) freaked out and hid. They tend not to do that when you repeat actions or noises over time. They start to take it for granted. Clearly, it was their first time seeing me brandish the ax.

In the end, it probably doesn't matter so much what I end up doing with this day off or that. Today, however, a chord was struck within me, and so I shall respond by striking back, first at the dishes, then the laundry, currently at the blog, and later, hopefully, on the guitar, where all good chords are properly struck. Cats beware.

This has been brought to you under the influence of some Sunday morning coffee. Nothing says 'excuse me, but where is the men's room?' like a cup of Sunday morning coffee.