Man, here I am.  I’ve got a place to be in like one hour.  The lady is asleep, working off the DXM effects of the cold medicine she took.  I should be in the shower.

Yet, I put it off.

Why?

I like the shower.  I always feel good when  I get out.  But the transition from dry and busy to wet and, uh, naked, is always one that seems a bit daunting.  If its a busy morning, on my way out to work or something, and I don’t have time to think about it, then kakow, I do it.

But on a slower morning like this, I negotiate with it.  And then I’m rushed, and don’t enjoy it as much.

Hmm.

Guess I’ll find something to occupy my mind.