Never Done
There is a constant checklist running through my head. Much of it is work-related as the tasks are defined, prioritized, and hopefully accomplished. The task-list of work needing to be done around the house is also fairly heavy on any given day, but there's plenty of help there, and I've relaxed a little in that regard.
The writing to-do-list has been minimized as I sit in the lull of my career, wondering if that is something I even want to do anymore, but I have a sneaking suspicion that ideas will surface.
However...it can all go to hell for a week.
I want to chase a white ball around.
A few years ago I returned home from golfing with my buddy Scott. My wife was waiting at the door after my six hour round.
"How are his kids?" she asked.
"How the hell do I know?" I responded.
"You just spent six hours with him. What did you talk about?"
"I said, 'where'd my ball go?' Then he said, 'I found yours where the hell is mine?"
A week later, Scott and I settled in for another round.
"My wife wants to know how your kids are," I said.
"Good," Scott said. "How are yours?"
"Good. Now where the hell did my ball go?"
So, you see, that is the most pressing issue that I want to come up this week.
We all will be better for it if I can pull it off.
I may never be done with the tasks at hand, but please God all I'm asking for is some peace and quiet...
...and at least a freaking clue on how the hell to chip it on from thirty yards out.
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