I think my Major Quest rating for the past year is about six embarked on, three abandoned in defeat, two successful and one unmitigated and deeply embarrassing disaster... And you?
Hm. Four embarked on, more or less sucessfully; two embarkments procrastinated, probably due a mixture of laziness, a kind of pessimism or hopelessness, and inner emigration.Panta rhei.
Always seek the Quests. The right ones sometimes turn up. The ones tilted at in error can be forgotten (albeit leaving a trail of torn windmill sails, abandoned words and deleted smileys...) :) (Ooops)
You mean 'no procrastination'?Alas, that's a quest!
Tilt your lance at procrastination my friend (or don't bother if you prefer... you know what, just do what you want). I am currently on my third bottle of Belgian Trappist beer at 8.8% by volume this evening (courtesy of my kind son), and am looking out across the fields of Perthino at a sunset above the hills and thinking "sometimes this strange life is ok". There may be a connection between that thought and the beer, obviously).
Sipping from my Spanish Red (14,5% volume), once again I do wonder if – and in case they did, how – Trappists could really stick to their oath of silence ... after their third bottle.Cheers, my friend. Could I hear you singing right now?Anyway, feck off, procrastination!
Funny, I was murmuring a song about an impossible dream and my Dulcinea, from behind me while brewing her tea, interrupted me to tell me that I was talking to myself. I am, as we say in Scottishmanland, slightly pished :)
And Professor Wikipedia informs me that Trappists, rather than being completely silent, vowed to "speak only when necessary". So that would be to say "Shall we crack open another bottle of beer brother?"
Let's do it then and silently watch Dulcinea sipping her tea.
Once again I am late to the party...Happy belated birthday A.R.S