I'm not expecting to grow flowers in the desert

Today has been one those Mondays that you knew was going to suck a bit more than the average. On occasion my list making skills suffer and I notice by Friday that I have slowly transferred in scratches and scribbles the majority of my to-do's that are unpleasant to Fridays column. By Friday night I am drinking a glass of wine and tossing my to-do journal across the room to land in a pile of toys or laundry. I allow my thoughts to turn to the list briefly on Saturday but manage to block it out until about 7pm Sunday evening. It then hangs thick in my mind and causes me to face it, to reckon with it. I neatly make a new weeks list. I stare at Monday and frown. It is lunch time and I have already caught myself scratching something and assigning it to tomorrow. I suck.

I have been working on wrapping bakers twine round old clothespins for the arts and craft table at summer festival. I like the monotony. It makes me forget about the Monday list. It's over there on the table now. It hovers. I want to stab it with my pencil. Happy Monday.