I sat down to work on revisions about an hour ago and so far I have:

-gotten back up to scoop out the catbox

-gotten up again to wipe all the coffee stains off of the top of my minifridge

-refreshed my LiveJournal newsreader about a dozen times

-reread the last several entries in this blog

-gotten up again to light a candle (Mmm, pumpkin spice)

-gotten up again to crack open a window

-stared a lot at my Word screen

What I have not done:

-written a single frickin' word

Grumble.

It's a beautiful fall day. Well, it was. Now it's kind of gray and depressing. But for a while there, the weather was gorgeous. Earlier I took a snack and a book and my doggie and went to sit on the shady steps of the back deck and read and nosh whilst Fizzgigg sniffed and felt his way around the newly fenced in back yard (he's not totally blind, but he has terrible vision, poor pup, and mostly he's figured out the existence of the new fence by bumping into it a lot). It was nice until the sun shifted and got in my eyes and all of the neighbor dogs started barking and howling at Lord knows what and various bugs wouldn't leave me the hell alone. For a while, though, it was pretty peaceful out there.

And now it's starting to cool off a lot. I might have to get up again to go close the window.

I'm starting to suspect that I won't be writing today.