A Diller, A Dollar

When my children were young, I used to read them this Mother Goose rhyme:

 "A diller, a dollar, a 10 o'clock scholar. What makes you come so soon? You used to come at 10 o'clock, and now you come at noon."

I feel like this blog is becoming the 10 o'clock scholar — if I hurry, that is. If I don't, it will be the 11 o'clock scholar. 

The non 9-to-5 world, of which I have recently become a member, is good for leisurely mornings. Which is not to say I don't have plenty of to-dos. It's just that they can less hurriedly be to-done.

(These ducks don't seem to be in much of a hurry either.)