Presenting for your pleasure...

my last 2 days of freedom.

while I consider ending the pouting session, chawing on stale peanuts & making mental lists of the unfinished business procrastination has led to I become enamoured by the idea that life has handed me a schedule.
I can make a schedule that would make your heart sing. Very good at scheduling others but to live under a schedule for myself ... ouch. Prison to me, punishment for having skills.
So there is the secret school inside my new situation, the chance to adapt to the new discipline of being scheduled.
ok.