It's clearly the end of semester.

Accomplishments so far today:

• woke up before noon
• finished yogurt before it went off
• did not die

What I'm getting at is that while my university years will be the most longed-for in my life, springtime is always unproductive.  After all those vitamin D-free months, being outdoors is no longer the worst part of my cold, rain-drenched life.  My flat is full of fresh air, library books got returned after being renewed for months on end, and I no longer wonder why they make patio furniture in Scotland.  

But sadly, this is not a good time for outdoor laziness or daytime drinking.  So presently I'm stuck inside, trying to tie up the loose ends of semester-time obligations. But really I'm not doing much of anything thanks to the sunshine-loving folk outside with their smiling and no coats and sunglasses-wearing. It's cruel, it's distracting and it's no fair.

Still, it's not all bad - my yogurt did not go off, I did not die, and spring is just getting started.

Brass tacks.

For anyone who knows me (which would, presumably, be anyone who reads this), you know how I'm getting around this time of the year.  My cooking is going to get more elaborate, my room is going to get cleaner, and my hair will probably look like I put some effort into it.  Or, more simply, the procrastination train has reached full speed.  Suffice to say, it's taking all my willpower and a promise to a third party that I will not go near any wool shop (online or otherwise).

Solution?  Some concrete, in-print commitments.  And a formula for productivity.