What’s keeping you?

The sky is already lowering and the gusty wind waves the trees for my attention. Why is it so difficult to collect the 72 hour food packets into a couple of bags and deposit them in the tornado shelter? It’s true, I’m tired, wishing for a nap and a delicious calorie-free chocolate milk shake. They seem equally unlikely. I think sitting at a computer compresses the nerve that controls ambition. My brain says, “Woman, Stand up! Go get the food packs and put them in the ground. It’s a two minute project! 
  I have decided that I will be governed by my intellect and not my impulses. . .I’ll be right back.
TAKE BREAK HERE!
Okay, now the food packets are in the shelter and I picked the strawberries. Today I got up at 5:00 as usual dressed and went to Seminary. I took Thomas directly to school afterward. Wrote to my mom, ate 2/3 cup of bran buds with an equal amount of milk, Started a poem, AND finally put the packets in the shelter.
I’m willing to bet that every one of my readers has something that niggles them that they procrastinate for some reason.  GO TAKE CARE OF IT NOW. . .and then tell us about it in the comments. I’m on a roll. I’m going to make an eye appointment for Chris while the ambition nerve is still uncompressed.