Welcome to Musing Interruptus. A space to share thoughts, stories, and general musings. This one goes out to my father, on his birthday. Procrastination is a serious ailment that plagues us all at one time or another. Nobody is safe, it is contagious and addictive. Sticky, tricky, addictive. It gets worse with every thought. I’ll take you. There is a road and a path and a highway to get there. It all starts with a window.

There is a window that leads to places I know, down roads that I have traveled, back and forth. Through that window, imagination throws itself to the wind. It is carried to the places of shipwrecks and pirates, monsoons and, jungle hideaways. The ticket is procrastination. To get that ticket to ride, You must first go to the Office for General Beaurocratic Paperwork. You ...