I would if I could and I can

Sundays are usually the days I set aside to catch up with people. It wasn't a conscious decision at first, I just found that whenever I had to phone or email someone I'd wait until Sunday evening to do it. It's possible that I do this because I find it a nice way to prepare for the coming week, by making certain that I've done all I need to do in the previous week, but I suspect that's merely a putting an overly positive spin on the fact that I simply wait until the last minute (and in several cases beyond that) to do an awful lot of things. Whilst I could simply ascribe this to a bout of mere procrastination, it does seem to go a little deeper than that, to the point that I seem to be completely incapable of doing certain things without the proper impetus.

Case in point is the change of address form I need to send to the bank, after moving, oh, almost six months ago. The form is just a few inches out of arms reach from me right now. Where it's been for a rather long time. Every once in a while I'll remind myself that I really need to fill it out and send it to the bank. And then do nothing about it. Instead the knowledge of it just sits there in the back of my mind, fluttering around. There are several other items of my agenda, flapping around with it, so at least I know it's know lonely.

Part of my reluctance to do anything is that I rate it as a matter of spectacular unimportance. The only remotely useful thing the bank ever sends me is a monthly statement, but it's not something I really look at often (unless the amount of money in my account doesn't tally with what I believe it should be, which happens but rarely). I can still see the virtue of informing my bank where I live, but I just don't care about it very much, since my bank and I have a somewhat strained relationship. We're not on each other Christmas card lists, for example (although I suppose I could be on theirs and not know it, as they don't have my correct address...). Anyway, I suppose I should do something about it, since even I can only procrastinate for so long.

On the other hand, I have grown accustomed to the faint sound of flapping within the recesses of my mind...