"I do believe sometimes discipline is very important. I'm not just lying around like a lazy cow all the time." Bjork

See, I'm going to pieces, beginning every morning without my swim. (I still don't feel well enough to immerse my body in water at 6 a.m.) Maybe I'm just being lazy, and I can attest to that because I am sleeping a lot - very lazy. I still wake early and read the NYT on line and maybe write (confess) in my journal a bit and then...I lie down at 6 and go back to sleep. See? I'm going to pieces.

So I looked up discipline. Normally I have a line by heart that I can use on an appropriate occasion but I don't seem to have anything on file for discipline. Under Brainy Quotes I found not very inspiring or witty lines by people I never heard of. There's always Katherine Hepburn in five words or less, but while succinct, not apt. And then I found Björk, bless her. Very apt, because that's exactly what I've been doing, lying around like a lazy cow. It has to stop. Soon.

I'll think about it tomorrow.

I was wiped out again by Safari today. Why don’t I learn, and remember? Soon I will. It’s a good thing I’m going away soon because then my mind will be focused on larger things than my own small world of irritations and setbacks. I really messed up today. I invited my son to come for a new (Xmas-gift) movie and dinner and then I proceeded not only to deny us both the pleasure of the DVD but in attempting to install it, I wrecked my digital reception and I’m getting NOTHING on my TV. Aargh. Perhaps I was not meant to live in this century.

That’s what I mean: it is better to travel and focus on things other than domestic. No one cares that I goofed. Neither do I really. I just wish that I hadn’t .

I am almost better. I am still sleeping a lot but I can walk across a room without falling down so that’s real progress. The good thing about being so short of energy is that I sat (and sat and sat) and went through papers and files and clippings and I threw away tonnes of stuff. Now I have reduced the mound to an efficient(threatening) stack of papers/letters/directions/noodges that must be dealt with.

Tomorrow, maybe.