When I wake up in the morning I usually have some sort of blueprint for the day along the lines of collect drycleaning, take back library books, do the crossword, wash the car, walk the dog, make dinner. Of course most of the tasks don't get done; ironing can stay on the list for a few months until it becomes a permanent fixture. I don't think there would be a time when I'd find myself saying "Mmmm, I know what I want to do now, loads of ironing" and there not be any to do.
Mondays give one an opportunity to plan the whole week. Every Monday starts with a new diet plan that is usually abandoned by Tuesday or even by teatime. Also there is an exercise regime of lunatic optimism - I did manage aqua aerobics this morning at what felt like the middle of the night due to BST.
Mr Smith has a book of tasks and he regimentally ticks each one off as they are done. These are admittedly work tasks not domestic labours - he has a little book of nags for that.
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