There
Are no
Such things as
Scheduled chores
In my brother’s life
He’s a total pantser
Wakes each day in a sleep fog
Muddles about without a care
Then the clock looks him right in the eye
And the rumble deep inside him screams, NO!
Oh man! Oh man! His muttering mantra
If each job were to take ten minutes
He’d need twenty-seven hours
In every day to keep up
So, things he’s doing now
Are a month behind
It appears that
He’ll catch-up
Never
Sigh
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