{"id":241,"date":"2010-02-01T18:46:19","date_gmt":"2010-02-02T01:46:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/?p=241"},"modified":"2010-02-01T18:46:19","modified_gmt":"2010-02-02T01:46:19","slug":"contentment-diary-02012010","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/?p=241","title":{"rendered":"Contentment Diary 02\/01\/2010"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today was one of those days.  Yes, a day it was.  Nothing bad happened.  It wasn&#8217;t that kind of day.  It was just a day in which I showed up, did some stuff, and went home again all while carrying around a mild feeling of frustration and a larger feeling of inability to accomplish.  And so I am home, guilt-ridden and somewhat miffed with myself, attempting to accomplish things that go nowhere. And in this state it occurs to me that I understand my problem.  I went to work expecting to put in three days, and I only had one to give, maybe only three-quarters of one due to the mild feeling of frustration I hauled around extra all day.  And so I did my day.  I did all of my Monday things, the ones I had to do at least, the ones that always take me all of Monday to do.  I did not catch up on my Thursday and Friday things which had fallen somewhat askew due to my over-attendance of meetings.  I did Monday and Monday only.  Sorry Thursday and Friday, you&#8217;re going to have to wait a little longer.  Everyone who isn&#8217;t Monday is going to have to wait a little longer.  I&#8217;m done now, whether you are done or not.  I&#8217;m calling time out until Tuesday.  Good riddance to you, Monday.  See you next week.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today was one of those days. Yes, a day it<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[27],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-241","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-contentment-diary"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/241","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=241"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/241\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=241"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=241"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=241"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}