I have a list of things I want to do, but to my chagrin I take on the characteristics of a snail, with no direction. I have a magazine and a much desired book dead in front of me on the table. I will complete both soon, but I find a sort of reverse satisfaction in creating layers of procrastination. It's a mild application of Murphy's Law; don't do today, what you can put off until tomorrow, and on and on. I have other more serious projects which haven't passed the embryonic stage, like writing a memoir, or seriously and physically losing unwanted blubber, or getting real about my urban documentary film. So you see fraction and abstraction continue to be a distraction. Later!
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