I had envisioned spending the month of August recreating the dreamy landscape that was Ernest Hemingway in Key West mode. This entails waking early to spend the morning writing, researching and crafting my doctoral comps and the afternoons drinking at Sloppy Joe's Bar, or some equivalent leisure time activity.
But this ambitious plan has yet to take hold. Instead I have simply been thinking about comps while lounging about with a book (current read The Story of Edgar Sawtelle), napping, exercising or socializing.
My desire for anything too involved (like doctoral comps or even blogging) has taken a back seat to doing a whole lot of nothing much.
I am not quite sure if I should go with it, light a fire under me bum or take the advice of Scarlett and think about it tomorrow.