A day with no schedule — do I write another scene of the short story? Do I bake love cake, or do the crepes for filled rolls, or make lemon snowball truffles, or experiment with Sri Lankan-spiced chocolate? Do I finish putting up the Christmas decor, or read another chapter of _The Cage_ and take notes for the novel? Do I edit and post the photos from the garden club meeting, or from the last few days of cooking, or make the end-of-year holiday album, or order our Christmas cards?
Paralyzed by choice, I make tea, pick up my knitting, and turn on the latest episode of Elementary. Perhaps the solution to the puzzle will reveal itself, with time.