I'm procrastinating blogging, vacuuming, writing, and exercising.

So, here I am blogging. I paid a neighborhood kid to vacuum for me. No, it's not great, but what do I expect for $5? Just about what I get.

Exercising... I'll start tomorrow.

The writing is going to be painful. I don't know what to do.

That's a lie.

I know what to do. I just don't want to do it.

Red Smith said, "There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein." A slight variation of that is credited to Hemingway.

And that's what I've got to do. Bleed all over the keyboard.

I don't want to do it. I want to keep a part of me all to myself.

I guess that's why God me to be a writer. Good writers tell stories. Great writers give themselves to the story.

I'm being challenged... oh, all right... convicted that I'm too reticent when I write. Not willing to go where I need to.

There's a joke among students in my local writing teacher's classes. At her funeral, we're going to gather around her grave and shout into it: "Go deeper, Elnora!"

It's what she's been exhorting me to do. And I can't avoid it any longer.

Hmmm... I think the living room can use a good vacuuming.

I forget what the letters above stand for, but it's important, whatever it is.

I've been reading about the Meyers-Briggs Type Indicators. It's a method for figuring out personality types and temperaments. Kind of like the Popular Sanguine and Perfect Melancholy or the Otter/Beaver/Golden Retriever/Lion methods.

According to the MBTI, there are 16 different "types" of people. And you figure out your type by answering questions. Are you an extrovert (E) or introvert (I). Do you gather data from your senses (S) or intuitively (N), and so on.

Hubby and I headed out of town last weekend for an overnight trip. As we were packing, I took my dressy clothes, on their hangers, and hung them rightnextto his. A few minutes later, he grabs his clothes to put in the car...and leaves mine hanging in the closet!!

One of the descriptions for his "type" is that they can't see what's right in front of them. Boy, is that accurate.

So, is it a male/female thing? Or a personality thing? Or is he not a detail person?

I only know that I'm glad I had a feeling and double checked the closet before we left.