As i layed on my couch today listening to my book, i could hear the rain falling outside.
I wish we had a tin roof so it was deafening like it was, when i was a little girl at my grandparents house.
I love the rain, its a blessing for my procrastination as it waters my garden for me, but as i sit writting this listening to it raining again, i realise that the rain makes the weeds grow quicker, so it sort of defeats my watering procrastination problem, and gives me more work to do in the garden.
That bloody catch 22 that gets you, if your a master procrastinater, who like me is trying very hard to stop, you will be already imagining the time it will take.
But then this is also the consequences of my actions of lazyness as well.
Through my years of recovery, i have learnt that to avoid serious consequences of my actions then, i need to be honest and just get up and get the job done.
Tomorrow my tasks will be
1. Weather permitting weed some of my garden.
2. Watch the race that stops the nation. (Australian nation that is)
3. Clean up my study.
