Here lies, extinguished in his prime, / a victim of modernity: / but yesterday he hadn’t time— / and now he has eternity. — Piet Hein

Monday, waiting for a call back, hoping they call back in time, because if they don’t, I have to jump to the next subject, and all must be accomplished in a matter of two days. I have two paragraphs of my column written. Two. That’s about 20%. And what am I doing? You’re lookin’ at it. The good news is I’ve completely gutted, cleaned, organized my office. I even went through my book shelves, determining which books to keep and which will go to the library. So at least the space in which I’m procrastinating is sparkling, spacious, and relaxing. I feel like I can breathe in here. A cluttered space reflects a cluttered mind, so now my mind is clutter free. And still, I procrastinate.