February 12, 2007~~3:08 p.m.
Procrastination in work and play...

So, on Thursday, when, for the record, I left work early, I put a crate of work in my trunk so that I could finish up my end-of-semester paperwork and report cards (which had a due date of last Tuesday, but were due due by Friday). As usual, I had Friday off. And Saturday. And Sunday. And, this week, as a bonus thanks to my old buddy Abraham Lincoln, Monday also.

So here we are... Monday afternoon. If you've paid any attention in the past to my flailing productivity and could find a really stupid person with whom to make a wager, today could be the day your ship comes in.

The crate? Still in my trunk. I did open up the report card files and type in a few comments, but I really can't do the whole job until I drag my butt out to the (freezing cold) garage and bring in the crate with the assessments and work samples to refresh my memory.

I have read half a book though. Wife Living Dangerously by Sara Katz. It's about a woman who lives her life on the totally straight and narrow until her friends tell her that she is boring and begin to push her to flirt with danger. Her husband is ... typical, I guess, in that he thinks she is *just fine*, but doesn't pay her much attention. Her brushes with the wild side begin on the mild end of the spectrum, though she is tortured by her decision to sneak food into the movie theater. I'm to the point where she has met an attentive stranger (who happens to be gorgeous) and I presume her risk-taking is going to become more pronounced and exciting.

It's not the greatest book I've ever read, but it is holding my attention... certainly more entertaining than paperwork. Besides, I know I'll get it done before tomorrow; I always do.

I need to run to Target and get a bunch of Hershey kisses for the husband for Valentine's Day. I like to fill his car with goodies for him to find when he leaves for work on the morning of the 14th. I imagine it's not much of a surprise anymore, but it's tradition and he's not going to voice any opposition an avalanche of chocolate.

~Alice