On Avoiding Work

This morning a website I use all the time announced that it is “migrating to a new platform”—whatever that means. And yesterday my g-mail account began to buzz.

Work piles up on my desk like snow falling in Washington. I can cope with that—I can deal with it one shovel full at a time, or I can wait for it to melt of its own accord.

Overwhelmed by work, I chose to ignore it and read a book of ghost stories about near death experiences.

But wait, work is not piling up like snow, it’s piling up like the volcanic ash that buried Pompeii. It will turn to stone if I leave it there….

What to do? What to do?

Where’s my place marker in that book?

Speaking of near death experiences…

Know what Papa Mosquito said to the family gathered around his death bed?

“Don’t go to the light! Don’t go to the light! It’s a bug zapper”.