Barbara J. Hamby

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My Fascination with Procrastination

At night I tell myself that I’ll sit down at the computer first thing in the morning. Then, the next evening when I finally get to the computer, I wonder where the day went.

According to some self-appointed expert I was reading today, procrastination is unhealthy, for a number of reasons, most of which escape me at the moment. Breaking a lifetime habit at my age has got to be at least traumatic and probably unhealthy anyway.

I am being faithful about swimming and exercising in the pool whenever I’m not incapacitated in some way. Thus, I’ve been there for the last three or four days in a row. If I go at the same time each day, I get better acquainted with others who are there at that time. Lately, I’ve been going about five and talking to two women who are good friends and come every day. They walk the block or so from their homes to the pool, and back, wearing nightgowns and bathrobes home.

Our weather has been really chilly; yesterday’s high was 31 degrees. Today’s high was probably about 34, but there was a wind chill factor when I was out that made it seem colder than yesterday. I picked up a box of firelogs that are made out of used coffee grounds. They crackle a little, burn fairly well and obviously keep a lot of coffee grounds out of the landfills. When I read on the box that it takes x number of cups of coffee to make one log, I thought it was a joke, until I looked them up on the web. Java Logs works with Nescafe, according to the website, and with environmental agencies. So I inadvertently did a good thing, I guess.

I’m aware that time is passing quickly and we will leave on the cruise in two weeks, so I’ve got to get next month’s bills set up to be paid while we’re gone and take care of other odds and ends that can’t be procrastinated. So, I had a busy day today, getting some of those chores done, then took a nap before the swim session.

Now I’m going to wind down and watch Cold Case, unless it’s so grisly it threatens to give me nightmares. When I woke up from my nap I was dreaming two cops were at the door with a body they wanted someone to identify. I was happy to be awake

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