This week has been all about waiting until the last moment to get anywhere, do anything. I keep dithering about without actually getting things done, and that doesn’t help, none of this stuff helps, does it? I’m not sure why the attitude has been to go slow slow slow in the mornings and then rush to the end and finish up hastily. Sloppily. Like this morning: I got up late and I’m writing this on a last minute sort of basis. Smart, right?