[Link to iPhoneography]It's so easy to find other important things to do. Writing a blog post. Visiting your blog. Playing with the little kitty we're fostering for two weeks (see above). Staring off into space (which my ex used to call "Receiving signals from the mother ship").
But in the end, procrastination gets me nothing but anxiety followed by a mad rush to get whatever it is done on time. And that takes a toll, I think -- I spend more time thinking about what I have to do than I probably would spend doing the thing itself.
[Linkup to Flowers on Saturday]