one extra life

It is a truly beautiful Saturday, brilliant light and soft of breeze, slightly cold and warm enough. I was struck this morning by the thought that I need another life to accomplish everything I want to accomplish. I am studying. I am designing a comic strip thing for a tee-shirt based on Mr. C.'s drawings. I am thinking about my 30 canvas project. I am procrastinating reading about 700 chapters in five different text books. My problem with reading is, there are more active things, which are still classwork or required things for attaining student teacher status, that I could be doing. So I do those things first. It still counts as getting things done. But I still have guilt for not reading. The reader doesn't read. Why do I get so distracted from my textbooks? If I read, how am I going to get everything else done? I think there are just so many things to do. I need to go grab my timer, don't I? 15 nice minutes of reading, and I can do the next thing, then go back to reading 15 min. How long does it take to read anyway?

My practicum has been a blessing. In three or four days I learned enough about Photoshop to successfully make appropriate editing choices in Gimp. Or just enough to be dangerous.