Procrastination

I have so much to do - papers to write, books to read, boxes to unpack, people to call. But instead I choose to sit on the front porch with Ron and throw toys to the dog. I choose to play with my Facebook page, browse Amazon.com and write this blog. I choose to lay on a lounge chair by the pool, soaking up the sun and flipping through SELF magazine. I choose to cook elaborate dinners, challenge Ron to a game of Jeopardy and watch Big Brother. I choose to sleep in, drink coffee and read the paper at the kitchen table. I choose to go out for a drink with the girls, knowing full-well I won't get home until after two. I choose to procrastinate. I choose to put things off. I choose to enjoy the moment. Is that so bad?