a wolf angel is not a good angel

I slow down so much by the end of the day. I’m tired and — tired.

I want to get to a certain point before I stop, probably another half hour’s work. I’ve planned out my (sigh) next three days. Then I’ll recheck my numbers to see how far I need to get each day. If it’s what I think it is, probably I will be ahead of schedule a bit. (If I get as far on Sunday as planned: possibly not.)

After I finish this last bit of work, I can take a long bath and then go to bed. Won’t that be lovely? And yet I procrastinate: check around online, walk, stretch, play Freecell. I don’t know why I do this.

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