My reason for sitting in the office in front of the PC when I should be out in the sunshine-bathed garden is that I have lots of work to do...
I've a website to repair/rebuild, a huge rig order to tie up and post off ASAP, lots of jobs around the house to do, dogs to walk, etc, etc, etc - and I can't be bothered with any of them. I even need to go to the loo but can't summon up the necessary enthusiasm. So how come I can still Blog?
My friends (yes I do have one or two) complain that I'd sooner live life vicariously through tweets and email rather than experience it first-hand, and I confess that I do communicate more with people that live several hundred miles away rather than the ones here in the village.
I had a Therapist once (Cognitive Behavioural Therapy was forced on me as part of my treatment for Depression - it didn't work) who insisted I should go out more into the harsh cruel world and interact more with people. She couldn't understand my assertion that I did interact and had dozens of regular correspondents; she didn't accept that emailing, tweeting and blogging were actual methods of interaction and only talking face-to-face would do. Our therapy sessions soon degenerated into arguments and verbal sparring and by the time my allotted span of sessions ran out I think we both breathed a sigh of relief.
So what has this to do with my not having the enthusiasm to do any of the urgent jobs crying out for attention? Absolutely nothing other than I can blame my lack of "To Do List" progress on having to update my blog. My lack of enthusiasm is beyond the attachment of blame, probably a result of either my fragile mental state or the drugs they give me to stop me getting any worse...
Well! It's no good. Despite my wanting to sit here and vacillate all day the biological imperative has won out and I really, really have to go to the loo now!
That's one crossed off the To Do List 
