I really do have a ton of things to do. I have a dog that sheds enough fur to make at least one new dog every day, and entire 3600 square foot house that needs a deep clean, and a closet so out of control I could spend hours reorganizing it alone. But the sun is out, and it is warm, and I have a book(or ten).
This is nothing new. I await this time of year, slowly anticipating the “warm enough” weather to lay on the deck and soak up the rays of my beloved sun. There is a window of time, February thru April, that the temperature is low enough and the rays are warm enough. And it is here. For a sun worshiper as faithful as I am, there is no way anything else is getting done. So the house can stay messy, closet unorganized, and the dog can make a few fur pile friends. Until the sun traverses far enough across the sky to be blocked by the roof line of my house I am predisposed. You know where to find me.