Where in my schedule did January go? (standard:humor, 907 words)
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I take a certain amount of well deserved, if I say so myself, pride in keeping to a well organized schedule; my to-do-list. If it is on that list, I am going to do it, regardless of the difficulty attached. The trick is to get on that list which I guard w

I take a certain amount of well deserved, if I say so myself, pride in
keeping to a well organized schedule; my to-do-list. If it is on that 
list, I am going to do it, regardless of the difficulty attached. The 
trick is to get on that list which I guard with my very life. 

Not that I worship my to-do-list, but I do reverence it with a great
deal of deep personal appreciation. I think long and hard before 
anything appears on my to-do-list. Once something is on my to-do-list, 
there it is for all and sundry to gape upon it. It is a deep honor for 
anything to be put on my to-do-list. 

Another reason I take my time in putting something on that list is that
the only way it can come off is if I actually do it. After all, that 
list is not supposed to be stared at but rather to inspire activity on 
my part. 

The other night I was busy with my to do list going over each and every
item with the utmost care hoping that St. Nick would soon be there. 
Each item on that list needs to be carefully scrutinized and sometimes 
even underlined for emphasis. Often I have to recalculate and sort out 
the items and give them new priorities. I must have been busily engaged 
for I did not hear the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage address me. 

Finally, it dawned on me that somebody, other than my inner conscience,
was addressing me. I looked in her direction and said, "Huh?" 

"I just said," she quipped, "what are you so intently engaged in?" 

"I'm working on my December to-do-list," I said with a touch of
irritation in my voice for being interrupted during such delicate 
meditation. 

"You're working on what?" 

"My December to-do-list," I said trying to get back into my sphere of
supersensitive concentration. 

There was silence for a bit and then my residential companion broke said
silence by saying, "You do know what month it is, don't you?" 

With an air of sarcasm in my voice I answered, "Of coarse I know what
month it is. It's December and I'm trying to sort out my to-do-list for 
the month. I think I've got just about everything covered." 

Again, there was that silence that you could cut with a butter knife if
you had one on your person. 

"So," she said rather thoughtfully. "You are completing your December's
to-do-list. Is that right?" 

I grunted my approval and continued with my ultra-concentration work at
hand. I really have no time for nonsensical chitchat. My time is 
valuable; I have work that needs to be done. I cannot be side tracked 
by every little noise that comes up. 

I take great pride in working through my to-do-list each month. It gives
me a great sense of satisfaction knowing that I am actually 
accomplishing something and I have the records to prove it. If somebody 
would ever come up to me and ask me to prove that I have been busily 
engaged in profitable activity, all I would have to do is show them my 
well documented to-do-list. 

"I hate to bust your bubble, but..." 

I hate when people say they hate to do something and then they go right
ahead and do it. I wanted to tell her to save herself a bucket of hate 
and refrain from busting my bubble, or whatever she was trying to bust 
at the time. 

Then, being the gentleman that I am, I allowed her to say what was on
her mind. 

"I hate to bust your bubble, but it is February not December." 

Now there was silence from my end of the room. Being the good-natured


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