Yesterday, I was Christmas-busy all day. And, at the end of the day, I still had 7 things I hadn’t done.
Did I really need to purchase the additional 4 cans of cat food, get gas, stop by Costco to find out about the sale on 4 wheel drive tires, go to the grocery store for half and half, drive to get additional Christmas presents, stop by Macys to find a shirt that might spruce up my fading, imposing physical presence, play 9 holes of golf, wash the clothes and bed sheets because of our alien cat Fiona who likes to roll around in the cat litter, go to Staples to buy erasers for my mechanical pencil, write a blog entry, stop at the driving range to try and perfect the imperfectable, record some harmony for the song Blue, rebox a malfunctioning microphone for return, and go to MacDonalds twice for Senior coffees?
I would like to state for the record that I am not obsessive/compulsive . . when would I have the time?