There are so many things I want to do, need to do, and promised to do that it’s not even funny.  My list of tasks is being sorted depending on deadlines, and then being re-sorted depending on how serious those deadlines are.

Do I need to put up new posts on my library’s Tumblr feed?  Yes, but I’m the one who self-imposed those deadlines so if I miss putting up posts on the day I originally planned it won’t be the end of the world.

Do I need to get in my magazine reviews?  Yes, because even though I’m not getting paid for them, I’m a professional and I meet my professional deadlines.  Usually.  And … well, I did write back and ask for extra time since I was going out of the country and the latest book they sent me was so big that I could conceivably kill people by beating them over the head with it.  And I was not lugging that thing back and forth in my suitcase.  But, you know, I’m back from Canada and that big book is still waiting for me to finish it.  And review it.

Do I need to finish re-recording some audio for a project I’m doing with my friends?  Yes.  And since it’s a group project and I don’t want to drag other people down, that gets added importance in the triage process.

Do I need to finish reading books / writing reviews for my book committee?  Absolutely.  But we’ve been so understaffed at work lately that my “off the desk” time when I’d usually be catching up on committee work has been pretty scarce.  And what little downtime I have at work has been spent regrouping and decompressing rather than coming up with coherent thoughts.

Do I want to update my website, my Flickr account, and this poor neglected blog?  Do I want to share photos of our visit to Quebec, as well as our visit to the New York State Fair?  Do I want to share thoughts about library programs, and weeding decisions, and dealing with problem patrons?  Definitely.  But everything I need to do is ahead of what I want to do.  And right now, all I can think of is “What needs to be done FIRST?”

*SIGH*

Updates at some point, Dear Readers …

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