Decisions, Decisions

So, it's a lovely Spring Saturday. Right now it's a teeny bit on the cool side (at 58 degrees, according to faithful little Weatherbug), but it should warm up this afternoon into the low 80s. Blue skies, puffy clouds floating about as if to say "Now, what was it I was doing before? I know I meant to do something...." while the other clouds tease "oh, there goes Eddie, again, on about doing stuff. Just float, Ed. Float."

Andrew is working. I'm on my own and have cleaned up after last night's deck-warming gathering. (Not really a party, no, but a gathering.) So my decisions for what to do today range.
Usually, I take weekends "off" from dissertation work. I allow myself to lollygag, somewhat like Eddie the cloud ought to be doing. But somewhat like Eddie, this morning, I feel compelled to do something productive. I could get all showered and dressed and wander down to the deck furniture shop to see if they have what we've generally outlined as wanting for our new big deck. :) Or I could write on the dissertation some.

I'm not generally feeling that inspired and scholarly today. I feel more on the float-y side. But then, a little guilty. (But also, guilt is the common state for the graduate student. Catholics got nothin' on an ABD who has taken several years past her self-imposed deadline for being done).

Besides, the cat doesn't want me on the computer. She keeps meowing petulantly and clawing at my chair. Who am I to argue with that kind of logic?