Beautiful Mess

The 6:00 a.m. wake-up calls have gone a little smoother this week. And I've actually been more productive at work than I normally am. It's easier to leave the office on-time... (Whatever time that is.) Easier to force myself to go to the gym, to read my books, to spend time with The Cat.

I've cleaned the bathroom. Read my mail and paid my bills. I've done the laundry; and I've even folded my clothes and put them away instead of letting them sit crumpled in the clothes basket. The hallway closet is organized, and the bikes are racked. Shit - I've even watched television and painted my nails.

Seriously. I've been incredibly productive this week. The To Do List at work has whittled. And the only items left on my personal Google Task List are things I will never get around to doing. (Purchase frame for UVA Diploma?) My iTunes library reflects the latest Spoon and Beck, my new favorite band The Evens, as well as some more embarrassing tunes to round out my latest running mix. (Pitbull - Fuego? Anyone?)

But still, I'd rather be incredibly disorganized and disheveled and pudgy and listening to all of my old music. If it meant that you were here.

Instead, I find myself emailing you while listening to this country song...