Monday, March 3, 2014


 I spent a good part of this snow day organizing a few things around the house.  I finally unpacked the Wii and all of its controllers that had been sitting in a bag in the closet since last July's beach vacation.  Diced tomatoes, black beans and white beans sit in an organized fashion in the pantry.  Two and half bags of shredded coconut that expired sometime last year sit among old orzo and couscous in the bottom of my kitchen trashcan.

With everything in order in the kitchen cabinets I pulled out the mixer and threw together some pizza dough.  While waiting for the flour and yeast to rise I cut up some chicken, diced some onions and whipped up a little chicken and white bean chili.  With everything in the kitchen simmering and rising I turned my attention to the pile of dirty clothes that lay in the upstairs guestroom.  As I write I can hear my third load of laundry spinning in the washer and a load of darks humming in the dryer.

One might say I had a productive day, but I know better.  All that stuff I did today was important yes, but this professional procrastinator knows it was nothing more than a way to keep myself from grading the stack of papers that has taken up residence on my dining room table.

Hey, Dr. about one more snow day?  I've got a lot to catch up on around here.


  1. I love the line "this professional procrastinator knows..." your voice really is clear in this piece.

  2. It sounds like you had a lot to do to keep you away from those papers! Hope Dr. Murphy comes through for you!

  3. Way to be productively unproductive. This might be one case where the end truly does justify the means.