Facing the crumhorns

Still having problems with the motivation. I went to campus on Tuesday and got some stuff done . . . and remembered a batch of things I'd failed to put on the list, and I thought, well, that's fine, you start doing things and that leads to doing other things, and now you have a new list for next week.

Then Wednesday Sir John and I went hiking at a state park---nothing too challenging, but still, we were so tired out at the end of the day that yesterday I kept spinning my wheels. So I'm giving you a boring list-y post of things I have to do:

1. Read a revised dissertation draft.
2. Sort out various papers I brought home from campus.
3. Sort and file various papers in my study.
4. Mail a very late birthday card to a nephew.
5. Write an abstract for a Zoo paper.
6. Set up a real schedule for next week.

There are some more fun or at least more active things to do, as well:

1. Propose times and venues to get together with a friend.
2. Put away laundry.
3. Dishes.
4. Gym.
5. Supervise kitten-cat interactions.

I'm not too surprised that the kitten has found a hair scrunchie to play with; there are lots around here. But how did he manage to turn the one scrunchie of a minute ago into two? It's the miracle of the hair scrunchies! But I'd better take the dissertation to high ground before he turns its pages to papier-mache. The corners of a 2008 Zoo handout I left on my desk are beyond perforated now; in fact, they're well into mutilated.

I'll let you know how it goes. And I'd better put "write interesting blog post" on the list.