I’m sitting in an airport awaiting my flight that won’t leave for another two hours. Although I’m out of the office, I know there’s work I could do, plus blog posts I could write, children’s birthday parties I could plan, or two books I could read. But what do you want to bet two hours will pass and all I’ve accomplished is a few Scrabble plays and some Fenton’s ice cream in my belly? It’s even money. You’re a fool to not take it.
Kicking back and relaxing isn’t a natural talent and I suspect it’s hereditary. My parents are Jewish-Catholic mutts with a Protestant work ethic that would put Luther to shame. Outside of the “stories” she watches to put her to sleep, I’ve never known my mother to relax and Dad only chilled if there was a whiskey neat in left and a hand of cards in his right. Even then he’d probably be multi-tasking. Read the rest of this entry »