Ever have one of those days when every decision there is to make seems impossible?  I should predicate my forthcoming statements by saying that the house I live in is poorly insulated.  There.

It began at 8 AM this morning, when I woke up and felt the usual pre-breakfast urge to use the facilities.  Also, there was espresso to make and leftover banana bread to toast and eat.  Or I could stay in bed and read my book.  Either way, the facilities thing was going to have to happen soon.  What did I do?  I curled into an unsuccessful fetal position, maintaining sleep-warmth, and writhed in agony.  Do I get up?  Do I brave the cold?  Do I pee really fast, leap back into bed, and take up my tome?  Do I grow up and make the coffee?  Do I make the coffee, toast the bread, and take breakfast back to bed where the book is?  Unfortunately all those decisions required action and although I was wide awake, I just couldn't do anything.

(Eventually I did get out of bed to pee.  Reasons being obvious.)

Now it's nearly 12:30 in the afternoon on Christmas Eve Day.  I still have to buy one more gift (argh), run quickly to the grocery store to pick up the food necessities for the party tonight, pack my car up, and make my way to the west San Fernando Valley.  None of this is difficult.  Yet here I sit, swathed in bathrobes and down comforters, typing on the computer and trying to figure out what I should do first.  If anything.

Oh, the indecision!