At times I find myself wishing that I were not quite so gifted in the art of procrastination. I had intended today to go to the pharmacy and get my insulin and go run another errand. But I realized that I needed to shower and put on fresh clothes first. And then I realized that I would have to do a couple of loads of laundry before I could do that. Part of me feels happy to say that I did two loads of laundry today. It was sunny and warm and the machines were all available so was an easy chore. And now there are clean t-shirts, shorts and towels in the closets.
I ran out of insulin on Saturday. I know I should have gone on Monday to get more, but it looks like it is going to be Wednesday before I get over there. I know that today I did laundry instead of going out to run errands. I don’t off hand remember what I did on Monday rather than go to the pharmacy. I trust that I will somehow not procrastinate further tomorrow and will actually go and get my insulin and run my errands. As I type this a zephyr pushes in the window blinds and a fresh burst of spring air gushes before me and I promise myself that tomorrow I will go out and do my errands.