MONDAY: LAUNDRY POSTPONEMENT

There were high hopes for today. What I had planned was laundry (highly necessary I assure you), visit my bank, and number of tasks around the house. Instead, I frittered away valuable time. No laundry. So I think I will stink a bit. Oh well, wasn't planning to meet anyone anyway. And I'm sure I can find something clean to wear. After I've had lunch I will light up a pipe and most fastidious people will avoid me anyhow.

Cleanish. Not precisely "clean" clean.

I don't feel like being virtuous.


This more or less repeats the pattern of most first days off every week. Then I get more and more anxious the nearer the end of my weekend becomes, finally panicking on the last day, getting off my duff and shlepping a bag of grubbies uphill, and at the laundromat wondering why the devil I didn't think of this before it's not so bad after all. Sometimes I actually do it ahead of that day and feel saintly and efficient for a while.


On Wednesdays, because the chachanteng to which I like to go closes after lunch, I usually don't do laundry. I have, in my adutlhood, found new and improved ways to procrastinate.
Like all efficient and intelligent people.

All advances in human civilization are the result of improvements in procrastinatory arts and sciences. Do something better, and consequently need to expend less time and effort.

Don't ask about non-human civilization. As yet we don't know about those.
Perhaps they're like insect hives with tonnes of mindless activity.
Ever-more old-fashioned drone tasks and rote busy work.
Striving for the ultimate in mind-numbing.
Alien space gulags.


If so, they'll never discover us or make contact.
There would be no percentage in that.
My heavens I'm good.



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