In Which I Continue to Mature

I have finally accepted that any task I need to get done at home in the evenings after a relentless day of work will be prefaced with a solid 60" of total brainless crap and self-indulgence.  Much like gorging on Snickers and Skittles before sitting down to a dinner of undressed salad and water.  No matter how committed I am on my commute home to "hit the ground running" or how carefully I plan out my moves (drop bag at door, kiss Beloved, change into grubs, boot up computer, turn on drip irrigation, research for 40", turn off drip irrigation, dinner...), I always lose an hour to mindless mind stretching...like blog posts :)