Like everything else, tolerance for loose ends differs from person to person and so there is a spectrum.  I expect I’m rather close to the “gotta get ‘er done!” side of the scale, not so close to the “yeah, right – whenever” end.

Which makes me a 100 percenter.  A perfectionist.  For example, I’m not finished in the kitchen until all the dishes are washed, the excess water is wiped from the sink and the floor swept.  I’m just saying…

Those who know me might beg to differ.  They know I’ve got lots of unfinished projects.  They’ve seen my ‘to do’ list. Still, at the end of the day, the dishes are done and the food put away.

When I got tired of writing and surfing the web, I walked the long way around to the mailbox. Lucy, Jessi and Ian’s dog, came along for company. I’d never gone this route, so I watched Lucy and sure enough, she showed me the way.

But when the sun started going down, the predictable happened. Without Bob in the house, it suddenly seemed like a barren, lonely place. And then my mother called to while away a half hour with idle talk and that helped. I got to cooking and that helped pass the time as well.

Bob just called to say he’s on his way. There’s hot food on the stove and he’s hungry. What a perfect way to end a perfect day!