Not feeling very productive today. Years of desk jobs have taught me that the day before a holiday is a blow-off day, and that the day before the day is for somewhat slacking off.

Despite not feeling productive, I have been productive. Did nothing creative. No attempt to art. Some minor organization at my home. Closet, mostly. They confound me, those things.

My mother invited me out to eat last night. I grumped a bit, then went along. It was pleasant.

For me, I did socialize quite a bit this weekend. Still felt unproductive. Not sure of anything.

Working and working. Towards something, but I forget. Two more years, I think? No, less. Whatever it was is less than two years away. Grr. Forward, march.

Head down, bull forward, stay dumb. Stop wanting everything.