There are times when having so many interests is, well, of questionable value. (Not that I’m about to give any of them up.)
When I’m stitching I feel guilty because I haven’t done a podcast in a while. Sam is having a fit with some sort of weird noise just appearing in the recordings, though, and I don’t have the patience he has for re-recording over and over again to get a full podcast done acceptably.
So I stitch, but I should also be doing some web work or blogging, or housework. And I know I must owe someone correspondence. At least most of those people know why I’m taking a bit of a break.
Then there are the cats. Shelley has decided that she doesn’t care what her past training has been. She wants to be held when she wants to be held, and at 17 years old, she takes precedence over any WIP. The kitten is still learning—no, I’m not still trying vainly to teach the kitten not to chase my thread. It’s up to me to always remember to put WIPs away so that he can’t nest on them.
At least it’s a full life, rather than an empty one.