I have a paper due tomorrow in the Japanese Art class I am auditing. I don’t have to turn in this paper, obviously, but the professor said she would accept it from me, and I believe I will get more out of the class if I do all the work. So I have written about two-thirds of the paper and now I’m back to work avoidance. I’m listening to Brian Lehrer talk about the New York transit workers who just voted down their contract. I can’t concentrate on the paper while I listen. I’ve did some cleaning in my workroom, set up the new humidifier, which has been sitting here in the box for two weeks, knitted a couple more rows on the sweater I’m making for my granddog. I guess I’ll never grow up.