Burning that Candle Until There are No Ends Left to Burn

"I think we may be efficient to the point of inefficiency," Tiffany said last Sunday morning.

I looked across the table at her. We were enjoying the exactly six minutes we'd left ourselves to eat breakfast. It was 10:39 a.m. We were leaving at 10:45 to meet friends at the Chief-Raiders football game.

"You may have a point," I said.

Already that morning we'd cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, picked up our broken down scooter, swung by the farmers' market for our veggies, stopped by the grocery store and made the breakfast we were eating (actually, we made the breakfast we were eating twice. Tiffany knocked the first skillet of breakfast off the stovetop while she was trying to make our lunch).

"Do you think other couples spend this much time preparing stuff to enjoy later?" I asked as I washed the dishes in our remaining 90 seconds. "Or, do most people procrastinate all that stuff so they can enjoy what they're doing right then?"

But there was no answer.

Tiffany didn't have time to answer. She was too busy dressing for the game while simultaneously laying out her clothes for the next day.