Procrastination 101

If you're reading this, there's something you should know.  I have nothing to say.  Really.  Nothing. I'm procrastinating.

There are a myriad of things I should be doing.  I should be writing Chapter 23.  So far today I've written Chapter 23.  I should be building that table.  But the kid wants to help and I have to fit that into her 18 year old work/friends/sleep schedule.  Today it's work.  I should be cutting some glass, cleaning the garage, weeding the garden, cutting down brambles.

Should, should, should.  Yes, I've elevated procrastination to an art form.  The more I have to do, the greater the level.

What I really SHOULD do, MUST do, HAVE to do, is clean out the bird cage.  Said bird is a 28 year old cockatiel (aka pig with wings).  I inherited him from my dentist seven years ago when his wife developed an allergy to his feather dander (the bird's, not the dentist's).  I just happened to be in for a cleaning when they were discussing needing to find a home for him.

"I have a critter friendly place," I offered.  Again with the big mouth.

At the time, my dentist told me that 25 years was the record for the oldest cockatiel in captivity. Either he lied to me or the Guinness people will be knocking on my door any day now.  The book people, not the beer people.  Probably a good thing it's not the beer people.

That would just lead to a whole new level of procrastination.


On another note...Ever notice when you get a new car, it seems that every car you see on the road after that is the same colour?  Well, apply that to my e-mail vs email conundrum.  Every time I'm reading now, that word crops up.  And I'd say almost 100% of the time, there's no hyphen.  Thought you'd like to know.