Plenty of time… until all of a sudden, I don’t have enough. Story of my life…
And it’s funny – because there seems to be a gene controlling this human feature (flaw?) that skips a generation. Or at least skipped a generation when I am concerned. My father, oh my, he gets something to do, and he does it. He doesn’t bother to wait until there’s a deadline, he simply gets it done. Whereas me and my brother, give us a deadline, and we’re chill up until the very last minute when all of a sudden we scramble and hustle to get whatever-it-is done and handed in on time… or at least try to, occasionally failing miserably. Is it the instant gratification monkey rearing his ugly head?
Anyway. Off I go, hustling for half an hour, before I have to head off!