Is it Time?

Rushing things is a far bigger problem in my personal herstory than procrastination. Far, far bigger. I don't procrastinate anywhere near as often as I simply blow things off with deliberate intent. Wanna make something of it, Bubba? To each their own priorities. If I actually believe something needs doing, I tend to get it done just because I need a channel for my restless energy. Triple so if it is an unpleasant task. I get seriously unreasonable with unpleasant tasks hovering over my head.  The sooner begun, the sooner done.

But. . . Rushing things has all too often lead to bad decisions and wasted/counter-productive effort. Oh, for the love of balance. . . As much as I hate waiting, I have found great benefits in developing the skill set.

The house deal is done and the utilities should be turned on today. I emptied Boy Toy's cargo hold of the camp equipment and left it in a corner of the house last night. My personal gear is more spread out than normal here in the motel room. I have been here nearly six weeks, after all. Spreading out allowed. I still don't believe it will take me an entire hour to consolidate. With the camp gear out of the cargo hold, putting it in the truck hardly even counts as packing.

If I am translating right, Persilly is voting for a walk before we get to work. I'm pretty sure that is her "Gotta pee" face she is wearing.