Task avoidance

Yesterday, Steve comes home from work and says, "Wow! The house is really clean. . . Do you have a deadline?"

Who'd have thought that polishing the kettle with baking soda (it is SO shiny!) would be an indication of a looming deadline. But it is. Our house was never as clean as when I was doing my B.A. and had exams or papers to prepare for. When I was facing a 5,000-word report on the history of psychology (one of the reasons I dropped psych as a minor), cleaning the fuzz out of the fridge's vegetable tray looked appealing by comparison.

Of course, Steve speaks not only from observation, but from experience. We had an incredibly-productive garden the year Steve was (supposed to be) writing his master's thesis.

I'm sure the four of you who read my blog would prefer that I procrastinate by writing blog entries (which I'm doing now), but if you could see your face in my kettle, you might just change your mind.