Must Do Chores Must Do Chores

I've had an abundance of free time. Months. I used a block to complete Fedrick Not Fred. Even at it's most frustrating I would think to myself what joy it was to be doing something so joyous as making music. Then the CD was complete. Finished. The end left a hole of time that I got lost in. Then NYC happened. We used every second. Savored every minute. We fell in love with the city and were present to each moment. Then home to realize that the extravagance of free time has come at the price of ignored chores. There's always a price for everything. As I look around, the time has come to pay the piper. Must Do. Must Do. Must Do Chores.