Each workday I start with a nice clean sheet of note paper which I sully with an ugly list of tasks I have to accomplish. This would be tolerable if I could just finish each item and cross it off. Except it doesn’t work that way; every task I accomplish gives rise to two more. And those give rise to two more. And so on until the list is long enough to publish in a handsome, leather-bound multi-volume set.

On second thought, maybe my life-movie would be Hercules vs. the Hydra. Or perhaps just Sisyphus.

If things don’t improve, my legacy to my children will be a lifetime of indentured servitude while they finish the tasks I never had time to get to. It’s not that I don’t try. I’ve purchased dozens of books on time management and fully intend to read them … as soon as I can find the time. (Full Text)

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Notes:

• Thanks to Robert for his kind words on It’s A Date and a link off to his blog which is chock full o’ interesting Haiku.  http://roberttgasperson.com/articleblog/
• Thanks to Shane (http://bdgjm.blogspot.com/) and Stephen for their constant support and kind words…I’ll have to see if my wife wants to add any commentary on the essay about dating.
• Finally, thanks to Twitter friend Giznew (http://www.twitter.com/giznew), Doug Franklin, Robert Schuster and my Mom (all on Facebook)  for sharing a laugh with me over the inflated price of my book on Amazon.com.

After an extensive examination, the doctor concluded that my wife wasn’t right in the head.

Aside: my wife is glaring at me with a look that could blister the paint on a battleship. In the interest of avoiding incineration, let me provide a some context.

The doctor in question is my wife’s oh-toe-lair-in …. auto-lauren … octo-linen … ear, nose and throat guy. He decided that she was having trouble with her sinuses, but he said he had a fix for that.

I looked up sinuses on-line to see what he might be talking about. Guess what? Sinuses are just holes in your skull. Sort of like damp, gooey caves hidden behind the bones of your face. So, in essence, the doctor was saying that my wife had holes in her head and that was the problem. (Full Text)

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Notes:

• You can find the survey I mentioned at http://www.takethesurvey.com/wizzard
• The shiny new Far Point Media site is at http://www.farpointmedia.com
• You can learn more about the book (and link through to its page on Amazon.com) at: http://www.HappilyDomesticated.com/BookPage