Belated Productivity Report
Jan. 24th, 2009 01:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
babarnettDidn't have time to post the productivity report last night. The spousal unit and I went to see a friend in a production of 42nd Street. Man, is there ever a special place in hell reserved for people in the audience who sing along with the show. I paid to hear the actors on stage, lady, not your caterwauling.
Onto yesterday's productivity report, in which the slug gains some more points:
Reading: Finished the third section of Musicophilia
Exercising: 25 minutes on the strider
Music Stuff: Didn't happen again, and I have no good excuse not to have snuck in some piano yesterday. Point to the slug.
Writing Business: Another story came home, hanging its head and sniffling before finally admitting, "Mom, the teacher gave me a form letter again." I patted the little guy on the head, gave him a pep talk ("Don't forget all those encouraging notes you've gotten, dear"), and sent him back out the door. Sure, he's not as gifted as some of his siblings, but he works hard, and he's still got something to offer.
Writing: This is where I achieved epic fail yesterday. One word. Maybe two. The slug triumphed. Stupid slug.
On a better note, if all goes well, I may soon have to alter the daily productivity schedule to include gainful employment. Not definite yet, but as of this morning, it's looking pretty good.
Onto yesterday's productivity report, in which the slug gains some more points:
Reading: Finished the third section of Musicophilia
Exercising: 25 minutes on the strider
Music Stuff: Didn't happen again, and I have no good excuse not to have snuck in some piano yesterday. Point to the slug.
Writing Business: Another story came home, hanging its head and sniffling before finally admitting, "Mom, the teacher gave me a form letter again." I patted the little guy on the head, gave him a pep talk ("Don't forget all those encouraging notes you've gotten, dear"), and sent him back out the door. Sure, he's not as gifted as some of his siblings, but he works hard, and he's still got something to offer.
Writing: This is where I achieved epic fail yesterday. One word. Maybe two. The slug triumphed. Stupid slug.
On a better note, if all goes well, I may soon have to alter the daily productivity schedule to include gainful employment. Not definite yet, but as of this morning, it's looking pretty good.
