It’s Sunday, and I have the house to myself. As someone who is constantly short on time, a completely uninterrupted day alone represents an oasis of untapped potential. The battle is with the other side of myself, which quite rightly sees that my lack of r&r is a huge problem, and wants to fill days such as today with reading, cooking, playing music and watching films.
Unfortunately awareness of the mile long to do list interferes in the enjoyment of the latter. So I imagine that working like mad will at some point end up with me sipping tea 
in a place like this while reading novels and playing on the internet.
And so the question I ask myself is is it possible to actually do everything on said list, delegate the rest (as far as work goes)? The problem is that the list keeps growing. I guess it’s a matter of getting to a good critical mass and then everything is suddenly easy.
This is the thing with business. It’s easy, in the rich west anyway, to be relatively successful while working your nuts off. The trick is to do it without working too hard, or at least not working too hard for too long. In the end unless quality of life is getting clearly better then it’s kind of going nowhere on the smell of a promise.
So back to today. Since it’s been longer than I can remember since I successfully washed clothes, where success is measured by having cleanly washed clothes to wear, I’m starting by focusing on the basics. Washing clothes, a little cleaning, 1 hour walk in the evening, 1 hour of focused computer time later to solve a particular problem that I need to look at, and perhaps another hour if I can stomach it to proofread the last translation I hope to have to do for quite a while. In between this I’m going to watch films, keep sorting music and deleting all the crud that’s accumulated and that I never want to listen to, and sneaking off for a bit of reading every now and then.