contrast

Yesterday after work I did nothing but feel tired and depressed. I really had nothing to show for most of my evening.

This evening I've gotten the dishes done, supper is cooking, I worked a tiny bit on chainmaille, paid the one bill on my desk, and some other little stuff I can't remember. Now I'm torn between reading some more of this month's Asimov's or formatting Chaucer. I think I'll format Chaucer because it's the more difficult of the two and it allows me to continue to listen to the music that has kept me moving this long.