Sometimes it takes more effort to avoid work than it takes to do it. But sometimes it’s worth the effort.

If I’d paid attention to all the faxes I got this morning (many of which arrived before I even got out of bed), I could have worked all day and been no better off than I am right now, having slacked off all afternoon. As usual, it would have been a mistake to start working on the first strange request I got from the Boss, because within half an hour he’d changed his mind and decided to veer off in an entirely contrary direction.

He always says, “I don’t expect you to work on this on the weekend,” but if I don’t work on it on the weekend, when am I going to work on it? It’s something completely out of line with the day-to-day tasks I need to complete to keep the company running. The only extra time during the week is early in the morning before I’m awake, or late at night after I’m worn out.

But I couldn’t face it today, and as I said, I’m not sure it would have useful to dive into a new project on a Saturday. I like to save my Saturdays for unwinding. I don’t mind working on Sundays quite as much, because I need to start winding myself up for the week to come anyway. That being the case, I might as well get something done while I’m at it.

So that probably means I’ll get started on this new project tomorrow. I know that once I get started, I won’t be able to quit until I’ve made something out of it. Taking that first step is the part that hangs me up; the rest is a downhill slide, except that there are usually a few rocks and trees in the way. But I have to get to the bottom of the hill, no matter how many new scrapes and bruises I have by the time I get there.