Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.
- -Pablo Picasso-
Working to complete the kits for this next teaching trip, I'm wondering why my usually efficient self has been afflicted with procrastination. Why? What?
Possibly it is so uncomfortable because it really isn't "me". At least, not my view of myself.
The hidden gem? My darling daughter is coming over to help me finish getting ready and pack up. (See, lessons from what I am coming to view as my year-of-mobility-challenges: ask for help when you need it.)
A loving daughter is a precious thing.