Is it still called procrastination if you're not really putting off anything too important?

After a week with a new dog, two vacation days, a weekend, and two and a half snow days our living space is sort of, well, disheveled. Instead of picking it up, I chose to photograph things in an effort to appease my inner procrastinator.

The pieces on the coffee table amuse me the most. There are bits and pieces of Joe, Milo (mostly Milo) and me all over the place in sort of a stablized chaos...