I Reserve the Right to Dilly-Dally

I came home from the gym today and planned to write for an hour before going out. 

The timeline I imagined for myself was tight:

home from gym, put dinner in the oven, hop in the shower, get out of the shower, eat dinner, work on writing, make myself presentable, and be at the agreed-upon place at 8:30.

Here’s what I actually did:

I looked at memes about the Euros Championship on Instagram, I read fear-mongering tweets about the United States’ political predicament. 

in other words, I dillydallied.

You’ll find no lament here. No productivity hack or advice on how to eradicate silly-dallying. I enjoyed it.