busy, busy, busy

The longer I live, the more convinced I am that busy-ness does not equate to productive... ness. It's been a very busy week, but I feel I've not been terribly productive in ways that I like to be productive. I've neglected scripture study and made less of an effort at meaningful prayer (waking up late for something, and collapsing into bed late make it hard to focus on bedtime prayers). I haven't slept much, showered much, or had a chance to enjoy good food. Opportunities to build and strengthen relationships have been stymied by the haunting thought of "what I've got to do in 5 minutes." I've been running like a headless chicken. And I'm still lagging behind in homework, etc. It's moments like this that make me want to move to the countryside. In Mexico. And take on a nice, polychronic lifestyle. In my Mexico fantasy, I can ignore any political or cultural problems inherent to the region/living in a new culture, and listen to the sweet sound of absolutely nothing... ok, so maybe there's a mariachi band in the distance... and tortillas and sope shells sizzlin' on the comal...
Enough dreaming. I'm headed to the kitchen.