“It’s going to be one of the most beautiful days of the year,” said the TV weather geek as I sat in the waiting room at the oil-change place just after sunrise this morning.

And it’s a Friday, right before a long weekend.

And the kids are back in school.

No one would blame for for skating today, right?

Sitting at my laptop, I distinctly a hear a small but persistent voice. It’s my bicycle, out in the tool shed, urging me to top off the tires and take a nice long ride. It will help you deal with all your stress, you poor thing, the little voice says.

Sigh.

I saw a posting on reddit yesterday from someone looking for an app that would turn off his Internet service for a couple of hours every day, “so I can get some work done.” Oh yeah, I get that too.

Which sounds more immediately gratifying, modifying half a dozen versions of your cover letter and resume an sending them to strangers, or watching Bruce Lee kick Chuck Norris’ ass again on YouTube?

And then there is the dreaded TV. Actually I think I am just about over that one. I don’t have cable, and so I am left with broadcast. Even with the recent switch to digital, the pickings are pretty bleak.

And unless you are watching PBS, you are subjected to an endless stream of ads for personal-injury law firms, debt-resolution scams and diabetes meds. I would like to think I am not really a member of that target demo.

I used to have a rule when I was freelancing from home years ago: When I caught myself watching one of the judge shows on TV I would watch just one case, then do 50 pushups and turn off the TV until 8 p.m. This week I remembered why. I dawdled in front of the set during a random hour one day, and could feel the depression seeping into me as Judge Screechy, or whoever, castigated the lowlifes trying to wring money from each other in her, and I use the term loosely, “courtroom.”

Scarier still, there are many more such shows than I ever remember seeing. I had no idea our country generated such a steady supply of litigation over unpaid rent and cell phones handed over without security to the wrong kind of person.

And, I suppose, I have to guard against wasting precious work time on the whole blog thing. By, say, ending this now and getting some work done.

Yup. All I have to do it hit that little “Create Post” button…. Yup, that’s all. Just that one little thing.

No need to keep rambling on about the latest anti-Obama lunacy or the best margarita recipe or … or….

OK, deep breath. And….