When I was a kid, we were late for everything. It was my Dad’s fault. He was always doing one extra thing, squeezing too much time into a container that wasn’t big enough. It’s possible that we weren’t actually late but simply had a reputation for always being tardy. “We know you will be late because your father is always late for everything, ha ha ha…” I think back to my childhood and I wonder, were we always late? Was he completely unaware of time? Did he just try to do too much? Was it a kind of self-fulfilling prophecy? If people assume you will always be late, there is no need to be on time.
This post for today is very late. I blame my father.