Hear ye, hear ye! Let it be known to all that on this day, at 8:22am, I officially finished a half-gallon of milk before it expired. I offer the above as proof. This "being at home for a sustained period of time" stuff is nice.
Besides consuming large amounts of dairy products, how is my week of self-imposed solitary confinement going, you ask? Not too shabby. Unless you want to know how the actual work is going. Shabby. I'm finding that my concentration is about as constant as that of this little fellow, who was nipping about in the delphiniums this morning.
In case you're wondering about the inspired day of a procrastinator, it goes something like this:
Get up at 5am in the hopes of catching early inspiration.
Move workspace to another room in the house (in my case the kitchen table, because Casey wants to be on the porch, and he can't if I'm upstairs, which is where my office is).
Make a late-morning tea party complete with tray, pretty doilies, mother's wedding china, and copious amounts of tea. Caffeinated, of course.
Move cat off outline.
Stare at outline.
Start doodling on outline.
Tape snippets of yarn to outline.
Again, move cat off outline.
Return inside and make another pot of tea. Decide that you've had too much tea, so make lunch instead.
Become deeply engrossed in meal preparation. Decide that what you really need is fish to help with concentration. Get in car and drive to nearest town to purchase fish. Return home with a car full of groceries and research fish recipies. Then research nutritional qualities of couscous vs. rice. Decide on couscous. Decide to clean out fridge while putting groceries away.
Do dishes. Even if there are only two in the sink.
Wipe off countertops.
Decide the butcherblock countertop is dry and needs oiling.
Clear all material off countertop and apply oil.
Wait 30 minutes and wipe off excess oil.
Replace all material on countertop.
Realize that it's 5pm. Time to prepare dinner.
Prepare Said Dinner.
Realize that your workspace is on the kitchen table. Relocate workspace and set table.
Consume Said Dinner.
Gaze outside at a beautiful sunset and promise yourself that you'll do much better tomorrow.
(Oh, and then blog about it.)