Procrastination

 

The word mocked her, in capital letters on her to-do list for the day.

PORCH

The enclosed porch was unnavigable with boxes and feed sacks that’d just been tossed out there “to deal with later”.

Today was later.

It was hot. Muggy and hot, but she’d done enough whining and procrastinating.

Sighing with self-pity, she dove into the mess.

The boxes were the worst of it, and she broke them down, stacking them in a bigger box.

Then all the folded bags were stacked into an empty bag.

Finally, she swept the floor, finished.

It had taken her 15 minutes.