Coasting

Do you have times when you coast? Times when you fly deliberately under the radar just hoping no one asks you to do anything? I have plenty of 80-hour work weeks, but I also have plenty of weeks that require, let's just say, fewer hours, far fewer hours. Last week was one of those. With only one small article to work on, I tried desperately (well, not that hard really, but I did try a little) to focus my extra time on cleaning out my inbox, archiving old files, getting a jump start on that award package, but honestly I'm doing a silly and completely unacceptable amount of daydreaming. Elementary school-level daydreaming. Epic daydreaming. Daydreaming about little Jack and little Jack's nursery (which is being painted this week), daydreaming about what this winter will be like and how our schedule will change this spring, daydreaming about how small my ass would have to be for me to want to wear maternity skinny jeans and what the hell I'm going to do once it's too chilly to wear leggings (because my ass is not fitting into the skinnies, and apparently that's all that's out there).

So this is just a short little confession and a kick-start of sorts for this dreary, daydream-inducing Monday morning. May you go forth and be more productive than me!