Productivity

Things I have done this week:

• completed student evaluations for my teaching in Denmark
• had lunch with a VIP (taking most of the day, in effect)
• booked SO MUCH AIR TRAVEL (I am killing the planet I love, I'm sorry, this won't last much longer I promise)
• thinned bookshelf and donated excess to library
• read and wrote and thought a lot about John Lasseter
• completed artwork for a commission 
• cooked a lot of food (why am I cooking so much, I don't know, it's not really necessary)
• did surprise scanning for freelance job from this summer, then packaging up work from said job so they can pick it up and scan it themselves
• tidied, turned my back and the mess returned pretty much instantly, tidied again
• replaced my rear tire and tube
• attended a meeting about glass doors

Work I have done on The Book this week:

• diddly-squat

So of course I am feeling colossally unproductive.

This is why I keep a diary of what I actually accomplished every day, because unless I have an actual itemized record of what I did, I can't remember doing anything, and despair at wasting my time.  Of course, it is possible to fritter one's life away just keeping house, without being idle per se, but I need to be reminded that I'm actually getting valuable things done even if the balance on The Big Job is a deficit.

Now to transfer the intellectual comprehension of this into something like a feeling, an antacid for that gnawing dissatisfaction ...