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Spring Fever

Do you have things on your to-do list that, no matter how important they are, take a backseat to everything else? Or is it just me? As I’ve mentioned before, writing this column is something I put off until the very last minute every single issue. I don’t know why. I think that only extensive (or intensive?) therapy would help me figure that out. This time, I even channeled the ghosts of all the users that IT people (read Wes) have “deleted” over the years, and I persuaded their spirits to infect my computer so that this file (and only this file) would not open. Sadly, the said IT person was able to fix it. So here I am.

As it makes me feel better to have an excuse, this time I’m chalking my procrastination up to it being the end of winter.

Hockey and basketball seasons have just come to a close, so it’s time to turn our attention to America’s favorite pastime. (And believe it or not, that favorite pastime is not happy hour!)

To kick off baseball season, you can read an interview with the league’s oldest pitcher, Curt Schilling, on page 74. After reading that article, my coworkers and I headed to the ballpark for our second annual dollar-hot-dog night (our favorite baseball outing). I was able to scarf down three hot dogs and  some garlic fries for the cause. Those were perfect distractions from the task at hand.

But baseball is just one of the many harbingers of spring for me. So when I’m sitting at my desk not writing my editor’s note, I’m also generally not daydreaming about baseball.

I’m usually thinking about escaping my office and heading out for a run in the crisp, cool air, or about grabbing my in-line skates and zooming off. Or about doing what Ken McAl­pine did for our story on page 78: taking off in a kayak to explore some of Florida’s most beautiful waterways. The time I spend outdoors is when I do my best thinking — at least that’s what I tell myself. So, technically, it can still be called work, right?

Reading and answering my e-mail is another way I distract myself from my to-do list. I know, I know — I’ve said I’m not as addicted to my BlackBerry as I once was, and that is true (no matter what some of you naysayers say). But when I’m in my office trying to avoid writing, I will check my e-mail the nanosecond the little red blinking light alerts me to new messages. Sometimes I even find myself willing the red light to appear — even though I know that it’s just as likely to be some angry or work-producing e-mail as it is to be a shout-out from a friend.

Maybe it’s not therapy I need (for this particular problem, anyway) but a class in time management. My day, like so many other people’s, is filled with interruptions. I’m probably one of the few people, however, who enjoy the interruptions — to a point. I mean, if I can blame them for not allowing me to get my column in on time, what’s not to love?

Unfortunately, it’s been pretty quiet around here for the past couple of hours, so there’s nothing to distract me. I think I’ll go for a run … to think about my next column. Enjoy the issue, and your day!

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Sherri Gulczynski Burns