Saturday is Procrastination Day
When I reach a Saturday morning like the saturday morning I’ve reached today, I feel overwhelmed. Not by the election coming up in ten days or by the fear that the holidays are coming and I’m already pushing 200 lbs. Everything in the outside world seems quite peaceful and inviting today. I feel no sense of loathing that he we have decided to not further our talks with North Korea. North Korea is now threatening to double the size of it’s nuclear detterent of my country and I can’t really blame them. I am not afraid of an earthquake nor an uprising or anything of the sort today. The external world pleases me today. My .18 acres of land is calling me today. Why? Because my house is a big freaking mess this morning, and I need to clean.
Wanting to clean and needing to clean are two totally different things. Sometimes I’ll wake up on Saturday morning, take a shower, eat my corn flakes topped with the usual tablespoon of ground cholesteral controling goodness and then hit the pot-pot. By pot-pot I mean drink the coffee and use the restroom. Then I’ll take my medication and swoop into action as if I were the super hero of cleaning things. I’d start the laundry, fill up the dish pan with water and begin to wash the mountain of dirty dishes filling up the once barren region of what I once knew as the kitchen sink. Then, to speed things up I’d turn on some Cake or Led Zepp. I’d pump up the volume and get those dishes finished! Then I’d wipe down and mop up every square foot of the house. I’d dust the furniture, put things where they needed to go, and above all not stop until I finished the job!
Therein lies the problem. I can’t start. My plans for this pre-emptive strike on my house cannot compete with my urges to do other things. To think about going outside. To sit here and write about it forever.
Well, I think I feel netter now. I must get back to reducing this clutter before it forces me out of my own house.