Procrastination

After spending most of my day in the office writing about commercial real estate, I'm having a hard time getting in the mood to work on my own projects at home.

In all honesty, that's never stopped me before. Usually when I've spent the day writing about complicated financial or legal issues, it's a relief to come home and work on something that's a lot more fun than commercial real estate investment. Well, it was more fun when I wasn't stuck.

Since I got home from the office three and a half hours ago, I could've sat down in front of the computer and worked for 20 minutes here and a half hour there. But then my son went pee on the potty, so I let him play some games on the Disney Web site for a while.

And there was that article on Tim Geithner in Vogue that I wanted to read. Then I had to run out and get milk at the grocery store, where I browsed around for a few more things until it was time to come back home and cook dinner.

How do you spell procrastination? M-A-N-D-Y

And here I am, procrastinating even more, writing on my blog when I don't have anything terribly intriguing to say. OK, I admit it. I'm stalling. And I'll also admit that by putting off work on my latest project I am delaying the frustration that I'm destined to feel as I stare at my last few sentences and wonder where to go next, but I'm not making progress either. So, here I go, off to muddle through the muck again.