Up at some unholy hour this Sunday morning and instantly tell myself that if 8am feels unseemly today then just imagine the unpleasantness tomorrow when I shall be forced to rise two hours earlier. Breakfast passes somewhat in the manner of the last meal of the condemned as over yoghurt and fruit I peruse my to-do list whilst being silently determined to Get Organised for the week ahead. Once more worry that I am not using the most efficient list app on my mobile telephone and immediately embark on a range of avoidance activities including rearranging books in the first landing bookcases. Consider asking The Twitter what method of categorisation would be best: alphabetical by author; by genre and then author; by colour of spine or Other? Not entirely convinced this would be helpful as it would undoubtedly lead to squabbles and recriminations. Decide in the end to put books back in same order they were previously.
Handheld vacuum cleaner runs of out power halfway through the downstairs rooms. Consider this is probably A Sign. Look again at my school email inbox and add three more actions to The List. Consider that on reflection none of the actions are time critical. Also convinced that vacuum cleaner will be charged enough to finish off the downstairs rooms in an hour or two anyway and that starting something new would be foolish so therefore decide to make third coffee and write this diary entry. Feel this is surely the most efficient use of my time.