Motivation is lost.
I started out slow, as I told you before: about 45 minutes of work in 2 hours. Not great. Then around 8:00pm, just after my last post, I worked for a solid hour. I felt amazing. Powerful. Then I started losing it. I spent the last 30 minutes wandering about the apartment doing close to noting. I'd pick up something, move it some where (where it doesn't belong), and then wander about some more.
I did manage to get quite a bit done. I swept the bathroom floor and moved all the dirty laundry in there. That makes it easier to get to and gets it out of the way in the bedroom. In a feat of mad consolidation skills (after realizing our closet isn't nearly big enough) I condensed three full shelves of stuff into one shelf. Then I sorted through the pile of stuff in the bedroom and packed most of it into the closet and threw a lot of it away. Then I did the dishes, and washed several pots and pans by hand. I cleaned out the fridge and started to clean the rest of kitchen. Then the motivation just died. Kaput.
Brad and I are going to get some coffee and, with that break, hopefully I'll be remotivated.
I really am pathetic.
