Out of Gas

Literally. I ran out of gas this morning. My daughter went to LAX last night and when she got home she said that the light came on indicating low fuel. When I got in the car, it was low, but I thought I had enough to drive less than a mile to drop my sons off at school and then go around the corner to get gas. I ran out just as I dropped the boys off.

Fortunately, my daughter was home and she brought me a gas can and we got it over to the gas station to fill up. Sixty dollars later, I was back on the road. Ouch.

I cut it close a lot. I ofter run the tank down till the warning indicator is as bright as the sun. Yellow lights are an invitation to clear out my carborator. Bills aren't due till the "grace period" expires (I'm not really that bad, but I don't pay early except for my mortgage and my credit card bills.)

Time is important to me. Any way I can add time to my life is a big plus. I drive fast so I have more time where I'm going. Buying in bulk saves me wasted trips to the store (I wish they sold milk in five gallon jugs. I am at the store all the time for milk. Maybe we need a cow.) My truck is full of tools and supplies so I don't have to go and get a needed item. It saves time.

Productivity and efficiency are an addiction for me. Do they have support groups for that? Wasting time drives me nuts. Slow people make me go crazy.

I think I need to run out of gas more often and relax. It's time to slow down and not always have "up time." Which is perfectly OK with me. I could use some "down time." As long as I can have my computer with me and my Blackberry. That way I can get some things done while I am lying around doing nothing.