Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation leans on the doorbell.
Remember the old Beatles song I'm a Loser? It's been playing through my head all morning. And it's already been a long morning (thank you Secret for doing a big horse scream before the birds were up).
Since Tuesday morning I have had the place to myself, as far as no other two-legger being around. I had such grand plans schemed in my mind. And that's where they stayed. The clean house I was to have, no. The day lily transplant project which would be completed, no. Horses brushed to gleaming glory, hardly. How can one person waste so much time? Obviously very effectively.
Alright, I'm a loser. A loser of time, which I can't reclaim. Crap. I also have a zero learning curve because I will do this again, the next chance I have for uninterrupted projects will result in my looking around at the end of the week with a glazed expression wondering what I did with my time. Trying desperately to reel it back in so I can have a do over. Fat chance.