The Grinch Who Stole Time

I know there's a Time Grinch hiding in my house. He steals minutes by the handful. What he plans to do with all the hours he hoards, I don't know, but I finally caught him. I put him in a jar and hid it behind the spices in the kitchen. 

What defense do we have against the Time Grinch? 

Oh, I know all about organization, but no matter how many lists I make, file folders I set up, or compartments I slide things into, the TG still manages to mess me up.  

He entices me with coffee breaks, plays with my mind, inserts all kinds of urgent things that need to be done, need to be remembered, and then I find I've missed things I truly needed to do.  

Well, I'm taking a stand! I've decided to spend the mornings creating, then in the afternoon, AFTER I've met my daily word goal, I can do all the other things I need to do ... like blog. 

Oh. Wait. Didn't I decide to do that a few months ago?  

Yeah. I did. So what happened? 

The Time Grinch met the Christmas Grinch.  

Well, that's the good thing about being a Mulligan. I always get a do-over.