Today has been one of those days that are weirdly productive, yet, at the same time...
I got up at 6:00 a.m., and in mere minutes, I was on the couch, in my p.j.'s, watching the news and looking at email...coffee in hand. By 9:00 a.m., I was on the second pot of coffee and I'd already done a fair amount of paperwork for next week's shoot and started emailing forms and letters and permits and, you name it.
By 9:15, my phone started to ring. For the next couple of hours, I was making and taking calls and sending out stuff I needed to send out, non-stop.
At a little before Noon, I realized I was still sitting there in my p.j.'s. Now I don't know about you guys, but regardless of how much work I'm actually getting done, I still feel like a slob if I haven't even bothered to get dressed yet. So I hopped into the shower and got myself done up like a real person.
During the brief time it took to shower, shave and get dressed, I'd missed 3 phone calls and had 7 new emails. It took me an hour to deal with those.
Then I started slacking. There were blogs to look at. I hadn't really looked at a newspaper yet. FARK and xkcd were beckoning.
It's now almost 4:00pm and I figure I got a good 10 hours of work done during the the 6 hours before Noon (when I was being a slob), and about 90 minutes of work done in the 3.5 hours since I decided I should be dressed like an adult.
Clearly, there's something wrong with this. You'd think that seriously earning a day's pay should involve putting your pants on, but the evidence says otherwise.