Something about inertia and drag...

...has got to explain my current level of motivation.  I have my to-do list in site of my seat, and though it is full of stuff, it isn't too totally daunting.  It's doable.  In fact, I already did one thing on it today.  One of the more time-consuming things.  

And after expending all that energy, I feel done like something that is a clever euphamism about cooked food.  I already DID homework.  I don't WANT to do more.  

Sadly, what I really want to do is clean my house.  It is so dirty that I'm kind of embarassed to be sitting in it.  And, were this any other quarter, I would make an executive decision and set my homework aside for the day and try to find out whether there is a dead mouse under the sofa again or if I just REALLY need to shower...but right now, I have a strictly laid-out schedule that has no room for foolish things like 'hygene' or 'dishes'.  I like to think that if I just got on the ball and busted out stuff on the list for today I would have time to clean at least a little after, but I know this stuff always takes longer than I expect it to.  

I keep trying to kickstart myself mentally, thinking "3...2...1...AND GO!"...but it doesn't really work.  I feel like a lawnmower after that little rubber button thingy is pushed too many times and it floods or chokes or whatever, and you give the cord a mighty yank that dislocates your shoulder, and the engine turns over...twice...veeeeerrrrryyyy sssslowwwlllyyyy, and then sputters to a stop.  

I think, perhaps a few minutes spent with a trashy novel, a cup of tea and  a clove may help.