I know, I know, we've just had a nice holiday. But even then, as relaxed as I felt, part of me was thinking about all the things I wasn't doing, all those obligations. Sometimes I feel like for every five minutes I sit on the couch and watch The Big Bang Theory, there's an hour's worth of tidying or studying or reading or walking or learning or editing or working or studying or writing or cleaning that I really, really should be doing.
I'm trying to fix this with a Big Ass Task List at home and a Big Ass Task List at work and a Big Ass Study Calendar for The Thing and my Big Ass Rota for tidying. But inertia wants to win in the worst possible way.