March 15, 2005

I like to take my time.
To prepare.
To be ready.
To not rush.

When I rush, I forget things.
Things better remembered.
Things like exchanging my slippers for my shoes before leaving the house.

Yeah.
It's better to remember things like that.

I ought to know.

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2 comments:

s. said...

Is this a poem? Or a really slow post.

Melodee said...

Ha! I'm like that, too, and once discovered my slippers still on my feet en route to the bank.