Converting to STBism

I'm so inspired by STB's walking regimen. Inspired--filled with enthusiasm and interest--but not yet emulating. It's very hard to wear too many hats. Hard for me, anyway. I think I'm a one-hat chick. Two hats, tops. This limits me.

For example, I got up at 5:45 this morning; the 3rd graders catch a 7am bus (of all absurd things), and it's fucked mightily with our leisurely temperaments and body clocks. Got the kids out the door, onto the buses, and came back in to get some work done at the computer. Then the power went out, and stayed out for two hours.

Now, there's plenty to be done around here. There are dishes that need attention, and the kids have clothes in the hamper upstairs, not to mention that I still have to paint the bathroom and find income to replace the income that's going to go away any month now. But I am single minded--it's a failing--and I was in computer mode and couldn't use the computer. So I pulled Native Son off the bookshelf and plopped onto the couch, thwarted. A little Bigger Thomas; that's the mood for me. What could I do? What?

STB would have gone walking, after he cleaned the dishes. His bathroom would've been painted last month, and the laundry would never accumulate. The walk would have cleared the cobwebs out of his head, and when he came back home and the power was back on, he'd have completed in one hour what it takes me three to do. I'm sure of it.

Tomorrow morning. I swear to God, I'm putting those kids on the bus and walking.