"A habit cannot be tossed out the window; it must be coaxed down the stairs a step at a time." -Mark TwainI’m not sure why, exactly, but this week everything slowed down. I’ll blame it on a DST conversion hangover and the rise of spring allergies, but the seesawing temperatures and wet weather also meant we confined ourselves to staying close to home. So all my bad habits came storming back in the house: Staying up too late, not walking enough, and allowing silly distractions to eat up too much time. I wrote 1,317 words this week, which, granted, is more than my goal, but marks the second week of a downward trend in productivity.

I need to step it up.

But we’re feeling the pressure, too: Our company arrives this weekend, and the house is… Well. It’s been a swamp in the back yard and the dogs are beginning their spring shed… We ought to do some kind of deep spring cleaning, but there are so many more fun ways to spend our time.


Like figuring out when I’m going to schedule my next writer’s retreat trip to visit Gayla (likely the end of September), or helping a friend qualify for a rescue Corgi, or watch in astonishment as my 5-minute pick job for the NCAA tournament pool at work has me in 1st place. I’m honestly not a basketball fan, but I suspect some secret osmosis from hubs (who is) and a large dose of help from the statisticians at the 538 site. If my lead holds up… this would be the second year in a row I would’ve won the pot. I’ve hit refresh on the team standings page far more often than is healthy, and still have to pinch myself that, yes, that’s me right up there at the top.

Another feel-good, easy distraction…? Don’t mind if I do: The #dceaglecam has highlighted some amazing footage this week captured by the American Eagle Foundation from their cameras at the National Arboretum. I RTed the link to the best picture I’ve seen so far this week earlier tonight: Both eaglets framed by both their parents. A truly awwwww-inspiring moment. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that both eaglets survive to adulthood, though I suppose hatching right before this weekend’s cold snap may not be great for their health. They do appear to have attentive parents keeping them warm, though.

Apparently spring fever is a thing, and I’ve been distracted by a few too many things, despite knowing I should be knuckling down to finish The Builders. And I’ve been neglecting my at-home date nights with hubs, though he did take me out for a nice meal to celebrate a work milestone. We’ve also done more cleaning and reorganizing and cooking at home this weekend than usual, so I suppose being productive together still counts for something. I’m starting to get bouncy about our visitors, too–it’s been about 15 years since I last saw them in person, though we’re in regular Skype contact, and I will always regard her as my sister from another mister. More than likely, all this together means I’ll end this round on a whimper rather than with a bang, but I will continue to coax my habits along  and work for the best. In the meantime, check out how my fellow ROW80ers are doing, and I’ll be back again next week.

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4 thoughts on “Bad Habits

  1. Spring cleaning … not gonna happen at my house, but hopefully, I will get another room or two decluttered. We shall have to wait and see.
    I hope you have a wonderful time with your company. Sounds like it’s going to be lots of fun.
    Perhaps our paths will cross next round. Until then, TTFN.

    1. We took the cheater route and found a Groupon for a cleaning service… Now I’m just crossing my fingers that the rain and mud predicted for tomorrow don’t wipe it all out before we can fully enjoy the CLEAN! 😀
      I’ll be back next round, so we will “meet” again. 🙂

  2. Great job on the words and ohmygoodness those Eagles and their babies!! So adorable!!! <3 All I will want to do is watch them!!!

    1. IKR??? Even overnight when they’re sleeping, there’s something so peaceful and present about them. 🙂

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