We had a 4-H meeting this afternoon which didn't last quite as long as I had anticipated, so I am sitting here with an unexpected block of free time, trying to decide what to do with myself. My mind tells me to move forward on tomorrow's list; my body says it would be just fine if I sat here and did nothing for a while.
Actually, it could be that my mind is also voting for something less than productive. I'm not sure where I store the little voice that keeps yelling, "Go! Go! Go! Get the list checked so you can play later."
It can be a bad approach, as lists just keep growing. If I'm not careful, I look up to discover I've forgotten to take the time to play at all.
I hear a book calling my name.