It's only 930am, and so far I've got the following accomplished:
1) unloaded and loaded up the dish washer.
2) finished 2 loads of laundry.
3) cleaned out the refrigerator.
4) made 5 mini veggie burger patties for lunch.
5) took my dog for a walk.
6) brewed a fresh pot of tea.
7) wrote/mailed my brother.
8) took out the trash.

I've been up since 7am, and damn I woke up productive.

A Little Story: Last night, when I went to put the trash outside the door, I saw something move out the corner of my eye. A little raccoon. I guess he was hungry, but I didn't want to put the trash out because they get into it and leave a nasty mess, so I put the trash inside by the foyer closet and went to get some crackers. I opened the door and the raccoon was gone, so I stood there waiting for him to come back. When he did, he began to walk slowly towards me. I was afraid it would run inside the apartment so I layed the crackers down outside the door for him to enjoy. When I went to take Mercedes out the this morning, the crackers were gone. It made me smile knowing that the little bugger got to eat something. I feel like I did a good deed, haha. I don't know if that counts? but I'd like to think so.