It is well past the designated time for the second word of the week. I have been avoiding this blog post for about 2 days because I lacked inspiration. I folded laundry, shopped at the Asian grocers, cooked, watched The Great British Baking Show (AMAZING! Who knew that British pies are full of meat?), went to the outlet mall (I hate shopping but the Lindt chocolate store was quite bearable), drank almost a full sleeve of Nespresso capsules, and looked at pictures of dogs online. Desperate times call for desperate measures, so I even dragged my fat fanny onto the dreadmill. But, the restorative powers of my Starbucks Flat White have caused the right word to bubble to the surface of my mind, floating on a velvety milk foam. The word of the week is
I think you already have a pretty good feel for my thoughts on procrastination. I revel in it. Feel free to comment, or you can just talk about the coming snowpocalypse in the Northeast if you want because I am really missing the excuse to stay in pajamas and watch Bill Evans on Channel 7 all day. You know, procrastinating on the shoveling.