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I got back from Iowa late last night. Now I'm back at my desk in the paper factory explosion I call my office, trying to force myself into some semblance of motivation to work. I think I burned something out this weekend.

*gingerly testing motivation levels*

No, okay, I still feel motivated to get things done on my dissertation. I'm just having trouble getting started on the dreary sorts of tasks I have to get done this afternoon. Call about this, e-mail that, look the other up in the library. *yawn*

I don't think I'm going to be going to English Country Dance this evening. I'm tired, and I have things to do: shop for groceries, cook dinner, pay the bils, watch last week's The Amazing Race on tape, unpack, do laundry. Sheesh. I missed dancing last week for the same reasons. I've also missed church two weeks in a row because I was travelling. Neither of these are critical lapses, but I try not to skip doing things that are good for me. It's too easy for me to fall into a lazy inertia of not-going, if I don't work hard to make going the default.

Okay. I'm going to do at least five things before the end of the workday:
1. Call Maryam and ask her for a new copy of the GYN clinic schedule.
2. Arrange the GYN research schedule for next week.
3. Call the clients I'm scheduled to see tomorrow and remind them of their appointments.
4. Assemble the measures for the "HIV and Forgiveness" study.
5. Badger Lydia for her input into the IRB resubmission.

*yawn*

Okay. Here I go.

Update 5:15pm
I indeed accomplished all of these things, except that I didn't have time to actually mail out the GYN research schedule before 5:00. I can do that tomorrow morning, first thing. I did get some other odds and ends done as well, including a small dissertation-related thing. So good for me.