In addition to being the one and only King of all Squirrels, I am also the King of all Procrastinators. You may think that you are the King, but you are mistaken.

I know what I have to do, but I’m lazy. After all, what’s the hurry? I mean, I know that it will eventually get done. I suppose that’s all that ever mattered to me…

I make a list. I have a big whiteboard on the wall, right next to my desk. I make all kinds of notes like, “Memberships due soon: Trout Unlimited” and “things to buy: scissors, clicky pens” and “develop film in disposable camera”**.

**Note: this is the camera from 3 years ago.

I should just do it. I know I should, but I don’t. I sometimes look at the list and all the things I have to do. I feel like I might actually get motivated enough to make a dent in the ol’ To-Do list… but no, I get distracted and I quickly forget about the list was I was looking at just a few seconds ago. “Oh look, there’s a squirrel outside my window…”

One day it happens, though. The list gets big enough and I decide it’s time. I take that list and I accomplish every task. It takes the whole day, and I run all over town, doing this and that. At the end of the day the list is empty and I am exhausted, so I drink a beer.

Today was such a day. I’m sure the nice weather had something to do with my motivation. When I finished the day with a haircut (my first in almost 10 months) I hit the only decent pub in Hayward for some IPA sampling.

As I sit in the pub and watch the bartendress clumsily try to make conversation with her patrons sitting at the bar I think of Chico. Good ol’ Chico. Friendly people and the great outdoors and pub after pub and great local microbrews. I find myself wishing that the King was still in Chico.

Maybe I’ll sit on this a good long while and not do anything about it. I’ll put “Move back to Chico” on my whiteboard To-Do list. I’ll do it now, I swear.