I find procrastination to be a funny and fickle fiend. Take my wife for example. She has her big pharmacy liscensing exam on Monday at 3pm. She has persuaded me that she needed to take Thursday and Friday off to study, which I agree with. She has spent time studying, but she has also started doing things that she has never, or rarely, ever done so as to keep from burying her head in a book.
Just now she is walking through the house using a shark (a small horsepowered vaccum) on our rugs. When I told her of my insperation to write about her, she also informed me that she wiped down the baseboards in the dinning room. This was definetly out of character for her. That's when I knew, for her even housework is better than studying. Procrastination has sunks it's teeth in her like that of a rabid dog attaches it pursuers.
She will eventually, with my help, run out of things to do and return to her books. I can not fault her as I have been caught in that trap as well. But, I know she will rock that test and put procrastination in its place. Cause she's my gal.
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