I’m one of the best procrastinators I know.  Perhaps that is why I’m a late poster.  Perhaps that is why my to do list is always impossible.  Perhaps that is why I get migraines. Perhaps that is why my sister, who finishes her to do list almost every day, laughs and shakes her head at me.  Even my mother gave me a poem in 1970 which she had found that reminded her of me.  (This was highly unusual behavior for my mother.)   Here it is:

“I Meant To Do My Work Today”

by Richard LeGallienne

I meant to do my work today,
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand,
So what could I do but laugh and go?

Actually, I meant to do my work today.  I meant to practice the piano for an upcoming performance.  I meant to prepare my lesson for church tomorrow.  I meant to do the laundry.  I meant to find the tax papers so they are ready for the yearly March Madness Tax Preparation ritual.  I meant to do some cooking.  I meant to write and post early. After all, it is Saturday. I meant to do so many things.

Instead, I slept away a migraine that had lingered for 3 days.  The good news is that I can try to do better tomorrow.   The good news is that baby Maggie will be here very soon.  The good news is that my family supports me even when I don’t function very well.  The good news is that spring is coming and soon the brown bird will be singing in the apple tree.