Deadlines

There are deadlines and then there are deadlines. I have to set deadlines or things don't happen. In my car is drycleaning, mail and newspapers. Obviously that trip to the drycleaner that might involve a traffic jam hasn't happened. I'm not sure how long those clothes have been there, but I am sure that I've bought new ones in the meantime. Whew. Crisis averted.

This past week I gave myself a deadline to finish a synopsis. Suddenly everything else in my life necessitated a high security level. Including watching the ducks in the pond with no water stand around in the mud. For some reason this was funny to me. Uh, I think I'm wasting time. Dang. Busted. See you later. My synopsis is due to me by tomorrow at 5.

Later, Carmen