Well, most of last week I was a terrible slacker. Not just on writing, but on everything. I slacked on my diet and my exercise, too. I'd say I slacked on the housework, but that's pretty much a given. My husband knew when he married me that I wasn't a domestic goddess.

So the question becomes, if I wasn't doing much writing, dieting, exercising or housework, what could I possibly have been doing? And the answer is that I'm really not sure. Last week is like a giant black hole in my life. I was there, and I remember milling about but I can't account for particular accomplishments or my time in general.

So, today if I don't re-establish my routine of writing, dieting and exercising, then all will be lost. I'm a terrible procrastinator. It's like and incurable disease I've suffered all my life. The only treatment is to stick to a routine. The first time I give myself permission to blow something off, well... last week happens. Wasted time and nothing to show for it.