Working Hard or Hardly Working?

How about working hard at hardly working? I'm working, but hardly. I've been doing some pet sitting, catering, contract work. Just dabbling in a bit of this and a bit of that - barely. But this unemployment racket is really a pretty taxing gig as it turns out. It's a full time job in itself. I don't know where the days go, but they just fly by.

My clock is all messed up. I crawl out of bed at the crack of nine. Click on my laptop and start the coffee while it powers up. Almost three hours of internet searching scream by when I realize I need to scramble to get to my noon yoga class. I end up jogging there every day in order to make it in time. After yoga, where I practice my stretching, breathing, and Zen techniques, I usually go for a long walk. I get home to have a little bite of lunch and clean up and by now it's late afternoon. What have I done? Eh hem. Not much of anything, actually. I have spent a couple hours scanning and replying to emails, checking out some job websites, researched some schools and maybe...just maybe...I've sent a resume to someone. I might run to the store to pick up toilet paper or some other essential, then meet a friend for happy hour (it's actually cheaper than groceries these days). I get home and do some more internet nonsense, read my book(s), write a few ideas down on paper and head to bed around 2.00 a.m. It's a full day! How is one suppose to fit a job into that schedule? I ask you?

Hardly working? I think not.