I had good intentions... really I did.

I was going to be a steady and constant Blogger, describing the day to day annoyances of aging with grace and dignity. I was going to get myself to my desk (well, really, my dining room table) every morning, like clockwork, sit down at my laptop, and Blog away. I was going to become an active member of the Blogosphere.

(Isn't it amazing. by the way, how the Internet has added to the English language? Blogosphere. 'Netiquette. Cyberspace. Smileys. Twittering - I have recently begun to Twitter. Something else to keep up with.)

But I digress. Since my last entry I have had four weeks (off and on) of visitors, several days in Disney World with grandchildren (this experience in itself should be good for at least one Blog entry on its own), five or six dinner parties, baby sat for two dogs, played too many rounds of extremely frustrating golf and dealt with a household full of flu. I also have what I laughably call a career, which does take up some time, albiet far less than I would like. And of course, I've got to keep up with everyone else's Blogs.

They say if you ask a busy person to do something, they will do it far more quickly than someone whose time is, shall we say, less full. Nonsense, I say. I'm busy, there's no doubt about it. But do I get things done more quickly? I don't think so - at least not any more. Oh, they get done all right, but my attitude about doing them has definitely changed. I find myself thinking that life is far too short to worry about whether the laundry will be done today when it can be done tomorrow. I find I don't obsess over whether my pantry is out of order when I can't find the Hoisin sauce. I just change my dinner menu from stir fry to grilled chicken and get on with it. And I don't tidy up the pantry for at least another two days. I sit down in the evening to read for twenty minutes and don't get up for an hour. So I didn't sew the button on my husband's trousers, his belt will work fine for another couple of days - they'll hold his pants up and hide the gape nicely. And I certainly didn't fold what laundry I did end up doing. Because it will be there tomorrow.

And I didn't Blog.

Perhaps I should change the name of this Blog to Procrastinating Gracefully.