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Thursday, February 21, 2008

As the day drags on into the late afternoon and thereís still work to be done, itís my custom to start making compromises. I propose deals with myself which I inevitably accept. If I get tired of writing company checks, I decide that some of the bills can be paid on the next check run. If necessary, I encourage myself to do an extra check run over the weekend, rather than doing more work in one day than I absolutely have to. Thatís especially true if I have a book waiting for me. And that dynamic is intensified if Iím reading in the second half of the book, especially if itís a mystery or detective story.

The funny thing is that I start out each day with the intention of getting as much done as I possibly can, just so I can avoid the necessity to spend Saturday writing checks or working on spreadsheets. What bills absolutely must be paid today in order not to be late? Those are the ones I pay. Whatever can wait will wait, as the song goes.

Thereís a particular problem with this monthís bills, because the end of February comes a couple of days earlier than the end of the month before and the month after it. Somebody decided this would be leap year, cutting me a little slack by giving me an extra day, which I intend to take full advantage of. Itís even a Friday, this extra day. Excellent planning, whoever made that decision!

Hereís the problem, though. Once I start making compromises, I have a hard time knowing when to quit. I could have worked another couple of hours tonight (in the drizzly darkness, with my head hanging low and my shoulders sagging and my eyelids drooping). If Iíd done that, Iíd have saved myself from working all day Saturday. I should have done that, but once I decided I wasnít going to do everything I set aside to do today, I pretty much bagged it on everything else as well. Laziness is like a gateway drug to total sloth.




14 February 2008

Great Egret taking flight.



Itís pretty much the same when it comes to getting out of the house, especially on miserable days like this. I look at my grocery list and tell myself, ďI can get along with out that, and that, and that,Ē and soon I realize I donít have to go to the store at all. I might wish I had grape juice, but I can survive just fine drinking apple juice. My philosophy is, if you run out of bananas, eat more apples. And vice versa. That kind of thinking keeps me in out of the rain more often than I should probably admit.




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