I work well under deadline pressure. Maybe I should rephrase that. I only work under deadline pressure. I need the threat of some sort of failure hanging over my head to get things done.
Come to think of it, I guess saying "I work well under deadline pressure" is just a flattering way of saying I procrastinate.
Perhaps that's why, as I write this, I'm about 36 hours away from leaving on my Olympic Adventure, and I'm nowhere close to being ready to go.
Not only have I not packed any clothes, I haven't even washed the clothes so they can be packed.
The to-do list is pretty long. The time to get it to-done is running short. At least I do have a new passport. I managed to replace the one stolen on my last trip (see previous blog post) just in time.
And I now have my Olympic tickets in hand. I'll be seeing beach volleyball, tennis, and gymnastics.
Beach volleyball should be awesome because it's in a cool location near Buckingham Palace and for other reasons that become clear when you watch the women's teams in action. Tennis should be outstanding because the competition is being held at Wimbledon.
And gymnastics should be great because I'll be there for the men's team medal competition, and the U.S. team has a shot at winning the gold.
Of course, if I don't start working on that to-do list, I might miss it all. I think it's time to start washing some clothes.