The dog has been walked. The muddy boots are drying by the radiator. The paintbrush, tin and grubby hall doors are looking at me and wondering why I'm procrastinating again like I did yesterday.
The dog has been walked. The muddy boots are drying by the radiator. The paintbrush, tin and grubby hall doors are looking at me and wondering why I'm procrastinating again like I did yesterday.
Is it early morning over there?
It's about 4:00 a.m. here and I can't sleep. So---I'm living vicariously through others...wait!! Paintbrush ? Are you actually painting or at least procrastinating to not do so?
I'm trying to think of something that will enable me to put off the dreaded task until another time, but every time I go to make another coffee, the brush just sits silently staring.
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