Some things in life should not be rushed. Picture this: 8:00 A.M. today after a rare ample night’s sleep, I go online to “quickly” pay some bills, looking forward to a full workout in my lovely, cool gym downstairs. It’s already pushing 80 degrees outside, and I’m drenched in sweat. Much to my chagrin, I discover my account balance is very short, and I figure out that in a rush, I’ve mistakenly paid some bills twice in two days, didn’t note it, and then had amnesia about the whole thing. (So much for one hour of “efficiency”). Then, when I realize my son Alec is going for a bike ride, and I’ll have to wait for his help, I furiously wrangle our Sandcherry bush into its new spot next to the shed by myself. I’m shoveling dirt with lightening speed, making time for the gym “me time” when in my haste, I poke myself in the eye with one of the branches. Now, with one bum eye I finally make my way to the gym where I have all of twenty minutes left for the workout. I dress and leave for work, and see three clients completely out of focus, because the eye is irritated and demanding attention. I maneuver my way into an emergency appointment with my opthomologist with the one “leisurely hour break” already scheduled. The good news is that it’s just a Corneal abrasion, and I’m going to live. The bad news is that I never did get to see how that damned Sandcherry must have looked so perfect in its new home!
All in good time,
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