Wednesday, 06 March 2002 | Dance

It's gotten to the point that I am putting off making a list of things to do because of the things to do themselves. Let me just get one more thing accomplished, then I'll make that list. In essence what I'm doing is I'm taking all of the fun out of the list, because, if I make the list at the end, I don't get to cross anything off, which happens to be the point of making the list.

Went for a walk just now, out of the house before dinner and between computer sessions to get exercise and fresh air and to break from accomplishing things on that mental list. My cat Leeches spotted me and started in the same direction as I had, so I quietly turned around and began walking the other way, and, naturally, so did she. She'd jog at my feet until I would stop, brush up against my legs, and then we'd walk together in the opposite direction, essentially pacing back and forth—not too close to the street with the traffic, and not too close to the yard with the rabbits. We carried on like that for about ten minutes before I gave up and came inside.