I'm a fool to myself. Saturday is the only day I can really get down to 'work'  - writing, that is. At weekends I am totally alone - no S to cook for me; no B to get in my hair. It should be wrting all the way.
 I swore I wouldn't mention writing in this blog - there are two others for that.

But this is about procrastination really.  I have been trying to get before that keyboard since nine this morning and here I am 11.20 am blogging. 

I procrastinate in settling those bills that should be settled straight away ( maybe I hate parting with money).  I put off writing letters; making that important telephone call, renewing medication prescriptions. I should get my hair cut - I put off making an appointment. 
Am I lazy? What am I waiting for?

Take Christmas. I leave sending out my cards until the last possible minute. Why? I'm only creating stress for myself. Maybe deep down I like stress.

Oh, by the way, for years I have had a little mantra which I made up and which I say to myself from time to time, and the other day watching a science program on the nature of the universe on TV a physicist spoke two lines from it. It woke me up to the realisation that my thought processes are not unique as I had so fondly believed.
Here is the mantra.

                                   I am One with the universe
                                   The universe is One with me
                                   I am within the universe
                                   The universe is within me
                                    All that is within the universe
                                    Is One with me 

That physicist actually said: I am One with the universe, the universe is One with me.

Now, I really believe it!