In 32 minutes I am supposed to be in the dentist’s chair to start a root canal. I’ve been up a while, had coffee and read my e-mail. I’m wondering how long I can avoid taking the first step to prepare to be numbed, sawed on, yanked and looking like a puffer fish. Now I have 29 minutes and still haven’t showered or brushed my teeth, but I’m wondering if I have time to run out and fill my bird feeder.
Do you ever procrastinate? One of my most vivid memories was when my grandmother was dying and I was called to Texas. Somehow I made a 3.5 hour car trip into a day’s journey. There are so many stops along the highway and every walnut bowl or Indian artifact beckoned me to check it out.
Typically I jump into things with both feet – but somehow I’ve inherited this stubborn streak that actually thinks my behavior can delay the inevitable outcome of something unpleasant.
I have 25 minutes and a 10 minute drive. Later friends.