I don't like leaving things undone, even if I have only a short evening walk to report. The desire to go to the gym slipped through my fingers as the hours raced by and then it was time to pick up my boys. My mind plays a mean trick where it says it's okay to postpone because I'll do it later (at lunch, this afternoon, when I get home). I'm sure this has never happened to you. Maybe it's easier in the dark spots of January, when we are naturally meant to be hibernating. Or eating Christmas cookies.