I have a lot to do this week. New members' class starts in an hour. Tomorrow is Bible study, a couple of visits, and our annual Election Day Pancake Supper. Choir rehearsals, a meeting of area clergy to plan our ecumenical Thanksgiving service, and an overnight consistory retreat follow in the days after that. Somewhere in the middle, I need to cram in the writing of two sermons, the planning of two worship services, the finalization of Advent stuff, preparation for confirmation and the new youth group and a memorial service, making sure an errant pile of cornstalks is removed from the church lawn, and, oh, phone calls to 47 (or is it 53?) church members, most of whose phone numbers I just realized that I don't have.
So what am I doing? Blogging, of course. In my defense, not all 47/53 of those phone calls need to be made this week.
I also chose this week to attempt a recovery from my addiction to Diet Mountain Dew. Aspartame is bad for you, they say, and between that and my even stronger coffee addiction, I'm starting to worry that caffeine will soon completely replace my blood cells.
Alright, you got me, I confess, I am drinking a bottle of Diet Mountain Dew even as I type. But I'm drinking it slowly, and it's my first one today.
I now suspect that I am actually not terribly disciplined.
A brief list of other things I seem to be unable to stop myself from doing: making snarky comments, opening my big mouth in general, consuming large quantities of chocolate, leaving empty containers of various sorts lying around my house, losing my log book, keys, membership list, bills, and savings account number, buying books and shoes, procrastinating, and letting my houseplants die of neglect. Fortunately, my dog is large, loud, and lacking all sense of subtlety, or she would be in big trouble.
I could make a sizable list of things I seem to be unable to do as well, but that might be overkill, and would surely make me late for the new members' class.
I do what I do not want to do, and what I want to do, I do not do...or something.
On the brighter side, on the television show I am watching, someone just set her apartment on fire. Having done that myself once, I can say with certainty that there are far worse things than a little procrastination - like watching your bathrobe go up in flames.