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  • The cursor on the screen blinks in anticipation.Looking at the blank screen and wondering what it is I have to say, I decide to go with a stream of consciousness page. I wish a new cup of coffee would magically appear at my left elbow. I have an office on the second floor and the kitchen seems so far away.

    I have to get ready for work, however, I am the undisputed Queen of Procrastination. In my kingdom, nobody watches pots. In my kingdom, everyone is at least five minutes late for every appointment. In my kingdom, our Coat of Arms reads "Never Do Today What You Can Put Off Till Tomorrow."

    I briefly toy with the idea of calling off work, then dismiss it.

    The sun is shining through the window and a crystal I have placed on the windowsill is refracting rainbows on the wall. My plants tend towards the light, happy to be sunbathing. I grow orchids on the windowsill and they are so beautiful. I also have a fig tree, and a Jerusalem cherry.

    Cello lesson this evening. I have not practiced. I will play for the hour before my instructor arrives. I once had a music teacher dismiss me from the lesson by saying -don't come here to practice. Those words still sting. Note to self - practice the cello.

    I think there should be at least thirty-six hours in a day. This is a problem for me. My intentions, the proverbial path to hell, are good but I run out of time to do everything I want to do. I am not so good at picking and choosing between the myriad of options. I want to do it all.

    I feel great today. I have been swimming regularly now for several weeks and I am pleased that my stroke is improving as well as my endurance. I take the same pleasure in swimming today as I did when I was a kid. Once, in Puerto Rico with my sister, we swam pretty far out from the shore. All the Masons are good swimmers. So, we're out there and my sister grabs my arm, and says - Big Thing! Big Thing! There is a dark shadow on the water - I mean big - and we become frightened and break World Records swimming back to shore. At the same time, police on ATV's come roaring up the beach. They are waving their arms, shouting through megaphones, getting people out of the water. As it turns out, the dark shadow, the Big Thing, was two lazy leather-back turtles floating down the shore on their backs, with their beaks in the air. The Turtle Police arrived to protect them as they are endangered. We did not get eaten by a shark.

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