It seems that the closer I get to finally finishing the critical reading I have been doing in preparation for my dissertation chapter on Disgrace, the harder it is for me to focus. I suppose that, like Sisyphus, I feel the weight of my task more heavily as I approach the final push, but this has been awful. Still, I did read another essay on Disgrace and, actually, since I am still waiting for The Philosopher's Dog to arrive in the mail, the only reading I have left is a bit of Coetzee's own criticism in White Writing. So that, I guess, is a good thing . . .
The procrastination with which I have been wrestling, though, has been of a particularly bothersome variety. Granted, I am glad that I took the time to study fractal geometry this evening, but I wish I could have gotten my reading done before three . . . and that's with the extra hour I gain by setting the clock back.
For tomorrow: Read or prewrite.