All Things Profane and Sacred

90 degrees is the temperature at which my ambition melts. It's way too difficult to deal with property and sales when I'm sticking to my chair and dreaming about sitting on the beach. Must focus! Must pull myself into an alternative world where I love nothing more than to trace out who owns what property and which mortgage has priority. I'm feeling the fear. While it is not dampening my enthusiasm for procrastination, it is at least dampening my ability to actually procrastinate. Back to the gulog.