Disciplined

What I'm not.
I've decided that I live life more like an avalanche. It may not be my preference, but it appears to be my reality.
I'm sitting among piles of papers in my office - recipes, bills, lesson plans and plot ideas seem tossed about like the aftermath of many gleeful chimpanzees playing here.
I should sort these out. Write a novel. Revise a different novel. Grade papers. Finish end-of-term projects. Write recommendations for next year. Plan high school for Fantasy Boy. Cook. Read the rest of Murder on the Orient Express.
And it's Sunday.
I think I'm going to make a cup of coffee and avoid it all.