I am so, so sorry for the hackneyed image. I could have used a clock or the old rocks-in-a-jar, but I figured that an hourglass was the clearest illustration of what I was trying to say. So, to answer the question: Yes, it does matter. I like to think that, as long as I get everything on the list done for that day then I can do the tasks in any order and it doesn’t make any difference, but it does. For me to look at the difference between yesterday (when I worked through the day roughly according to schedule) and today (when I allowed myself, chose to allow myself, to get distracted by watching a “Frontline” episode online during breakfast and then started working my schedule around it) is a perfect illustration of the principle. So here I sit, writing this post at 3:00 in the afternoon instead of 9:00 in the morning. The sand for this day has run out big time. I can still get lots done and plan to do so, but how much better it would have been if I had gotten going this morning. Yes, I did the rest of the ironing and got on my exercise bike while watching, but then I got interested in some other stories, including one about Lee Harvey Oswald and another about some convicted arsonist, both of which I had already watched, and totally lost my momentum.Does It Matter When You Do Tasks?
I am so, so sorry for the hackneyed image. I could have used a clock or the old rocks-in-a-jar, but I figured that an hourglass was the clearest illustration of what I was trying to say. So, to answer the question: Yes, it does matter. I like to think that, as long as I get everything on the list done for that day then I can do the tasks in any order and it doesn’t make any difference, but it does. For me to look at the difference between yesterday (when I worked through the day roughly according to schedule) and today (when I allowed myself, chose to allow myself, to get distracted by watching a “Frontline” episode online during breakfast and then started working my schedule around it) is a perfect illustration of the principle. So here I sit, writing this post at 3:00 in the afternoon instead of 9:00 in the morning. The sand for this day has run out big time. I can still get lots done and plan to do so, but how much better it would have been if I had gotten going this morning. Yes, I did the rest of the ironing and got on my exercise bike while watching, but then I got interested in some other stories, including one about Lee Harvey Oswald and another about some convicted arsonist, both of which I had already watched, and totally lost my momentum.
I haven’t written about a book or movie for awhile, which doesn’t mean that I haven’t been reading or watching anything. I’ve been wending my way through a hefty history of Rome which will show up at some point, and we’ve recently watched nine of the 10 episodes of ‘Making a Murderer” on Netflix. I don’t think I’ll be recommending that one–what a downer!
Honestly! You’d think I’d learn. Two days in a row this week I’ve assumed I knew where to go somewhere and didn’t bother with the GPS. On both occasions I wasted time wandering around until I finally figured out where I was going.
The title of this post is from either Samuel Johnson or Oscar Wilde, talking about second marriages. But–in my life this quotation applies much more clearly to the pursuit of gardening, in particular vegetable gardening. Today I got my seed order from 
I was so pleased last night to see that Season 3’s first episode of “
I am shamelessly borrowing from an excellent sermon preached on the first Sunday of this year by my pastor, 
Back on the first Friday in September Gideon had a followup visit at his oncologist’s office after his PET scan. We got there well in time for his 11:45 appointment, only to be told that we had come too early. His appointment was at 3:45. There was really nothing we wanted to do for four hours, so we turned around and went home. A total waste of around two hours.
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