What Did I Do Today? Can Anybody Tell Me?

It's strange to end a day, and realise that you don't really know what you did. I feel satisfied with myself, but I'm not sure just why. Did I accomplish something? I can't seem to recall doing anything. Have I lost my memory or did I actually spend this day thinking I was moving forward when in fact, I wasn't?

...I posted at some of my favourite online sites. I watched a pretty little snow shoveling tractor dancing (it really was a graceful vehicle) around the parking lot of the motel across the street. I dusted, made my bed, washed a few dishes and vacuumed. I fed my fish. I thought of a few ideas for my WIP's and typed them into my "notes" files. I edited a couple of paragraphs. I worked on one or two photographs. I read my book, I had a half hour nap. I ran out in my sandals to dump my garbage into the container, answered a couple of emails, made some stew, had a bath ... the most ambitious thing I did all day was to paste some cheese cloth over my couch (I've made a couch with papier mache - I will post pics when it's completely done).

So really, I didn't do much of anything today. Where did the time go?

I remember days like this when I lived in a house with a large garden. I would wander around from bed to bed, plucking and weeding and pinching. When I looked up, I realised it was nearly dark! I'd been out there for ten hours yet I couldn't recall having accomplished much of anything. If someone had been watching me, would they have thought I'd fallen asleep out there? Was I actually standing in place for long periods while my mind wandered? What a strange feeling.