Perhaps I should have left out the "procrastinator" comment in my last post, for by now it is quite obvious that I do indeed have a problem. I would have to say that my lack of getting things done in a timely fashion only seems to effect me once I walk through the door after a day of work. It's as though I have another, more focused and more professional personality that takes a back seat to the real me once I put the key into the ignition and head for my refuge. Once through the door, the sense of peace that fills my home and flows into my life is what I have longed for all day. After a glass of wine, perhaps an early dinner, or forgoing that for a quick drive to the coast for some wine and a bowl of hot chowder, topped off with wonderful conversation with my Nina as the sun slowly sinks into the Pacific. Who has time for "getting things done!"
