I Have IOIHT Syndrome

Oh, yes, brothers and sisters, I do.

I wonder if there are any fellow sufferers out there.

Somehow I doubt it--or doubt that other cases

have been diagnosed.

It is the "If Only I Had Time" syndrome.

I noticed it this morning--for about the millionth time.

I was sitting at my vanity getting ready to leave

to pick up a friend at an appointed time.

I had to get something out of a very messy drawer.

I thought, "If Only I Had Time, I would clean

that thing out!"

The drawer is in a sink unit which looks like 

someone has hit it a few licks with something.

"If Only I Had Time, I would touch those 

nicks up.  I'll bet I could make it look perfect!" 

Now I'm home.  I have time to be blogging.

But have I cleaned out that drawer or touched

up the cabinet?  No.

Now I have time.

But now I don't want to.

The first time I really noticed this was in a very

different situation.

  In the early days of Jack's and my travel,

we would no sooner be off the ground 

than I would be thinking of something I was

going to cook when we got home and

I had time!

I even bought cruise ship cookbooks.

Did I create any of the recipes?

No.  I didn't create anything.

It only sounded like a good idea when it

wasn't possible!

Another manifestation of my strange syndrome:

If I had Jack, the reluctant shopper, with me

I would see things I wanted to look at, examine, try on

everywhere I looked--If Only I Had Time!

I could go back later--alone--to the same stores

and see nothing I liked.

And here's poor Charleigh-Girl sitting by my chair

looking longingly at me.

"If Only I Had Time" I would go outside and

throw the frisbee for her.

But, alas, it's time for

Dancing With The Stars.