Nine days. I didn't get a lot of filing and housework done. But I did finally go drop off my cable box at Time Warner and became an official non-tv person, old school. The clerk did try to talk me out of it, asking if I really wanted to go without tv. I pulled the cable box out more than six months ago. I tried watching basic cable once or twice after I cancelled my premium but it was too frustrating. And now the place where the tv lived is housing something else. When I can afford a nice flat screen, I will reconsider.
John, bless him, came down to install some new curtain rod things from Ikea. Actually, it is a wire that comes with clips. I thought it might be nice to hang some of my vintage kitchen aprons, the ones that tie at the waist and don't do much good except for looking nice, in my windows. No one can really see in anyway. The building behind me does not have windows on that side (strange as they face west and would make for some nice light.) John huffed and puffed and swore at the Swedes, but he finally figured out the mechanism.
So before I go to bed tonight, I will try to put away what I have spread on the bed now. I continually have to remind myself that when frustrated, I must take one item at a time and put it all the way away. This is basic reprogramming.
On the other hand, I am excited by getting this project substantially finished (the minute organization of paperwork will take longer). I can't imagine what it will feel like to not be thinking about it, avoiding it, worrying about it. I'll probably grieve for my lost primary procrastination.
Or will I feel liberated? For now, back to the papers.