It doesnít take much to make me decide not to do something I didnít want to do in the first place. I wasnít keen on going out in the rain today, especially after the very loud thunder and the very bright lightning that visited us this morning. Or was visited on us, maybe I should say. The wind was blowing the trees sideways, and my big, drafty house never seemed quite so cozy.
So I was debating indifferently whether to venture out to the post office. I didnít have any urgent outgoing mail, so there was no overriding imperative. I have this thing about mail, though. The one thing I donít like about holidays is that thereís no mail delivery, and Iím a little obsessive about picking up my mail every day.
Not today. Not after Tammy phoned and told me that my street (the one I use to get to the post office) was flooded. She had got through in her SUV, and Iím sure my Saturn would have made it, but I wasnít very interested in proving it. All I wanted was to stay home where it was warm and dry and safe, and it didnít take much to get me to make that choice. It never does, when itís what I really want to do.