She looks up and realises that the morning has completely gone.
Not much to show for it either
Well that's not really true
Connections have been made, problems solved, and insights revealed.
The only trouble is they are still all inside her head
Lunch beckons and she willingly follows
There is a certain meandering quality to the journey back
She scolds herself
And still feels unmotivated
So she gives herself a good talking to and then does one thing on the to do list
Well that feels better
She eventually wanders off carried along by the afternoon and the promise of the evening
It all begins again tomorrow