A few weeks ago, J asked me to be the test subject for the Evaluation Contest at her Toastmasters club, the one that meets on Tuesdays at noon. I'd meant to start writing my speech before yesterday, so I'd have time to practice, but in the last twenty-four hours I managed to pull it together. So when I called her this morning to get directions, she was a little surprised. They don't need me until NEXT week! I have seven more days to hone and refine, transforming a a good speech into a slightly-better-than-good speech! (The Secret to Happiness is low expectations.)
The topic is Procrastination. How's that for irony?