So, yes, I left this blog post go until the very last minute.I should wear a crown that says Queen of Procrastination. On any given day, I can put off washing the dirty dishes in the sink, taking the clothes overflowing the laundry basket in the bathroom into the basement, and walk around the dirt my son tracked through the house. I tell myself I'm going to get more writing done if I continue to ignore those chores. Sometimes it works. Mostly, I just don't want to do those things so I don't. Eventually I get around to them. Sometimes my husband gets there first. He has a lower tolerance for squalor than I do. **Smiles** What I hate about my procrastination is when it extends to my writing. I don't have the luxury of losing entire days to solitaire and mahjong. I've learned to deal with my mail box first thing in the morning so I'm not as tempted to keep checking it all morning. Which I do anyway. Just not as much. I also allow myself to play solitaire
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