I am in the midst of the two busiest weeks of my year. My neck is turning to stone, I have knots in my shoulders big enough to name, and my brain is mush.
Why all this hilarity? Sometimes procrastination is my drug of choice. Don’t look at me like that—how often do you follow your own advice?
So what do I do when my head is attached by duct tape and a prayer? Turn my imagination loose and give myself a good break.
Sometimes my imagination strays into outer space.
