Today's Live Frog

My church committee assigned me to make a phone call, and for reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture*, I was dreading it horribly. It was casting a shadow over my entire life -- did you ever have something like this? Where procrastinating about this one thing begins to occupy so much of your energy that all your other priorities get thrown out of whack?

Anyway, today I suddenly thought of that poster you used to see in the seventies that said, "Eat a live frog first thing in the morning, and nothing worse will happen to you all day long." So I decided that when I went home, I was immediately going to do the ugliest thing on my to-do list, and then everything else would seem easy.

Of course, in fiction this would work out better than it did in real life, because in real life all I did was leave an answering machine message. But hey. Contact is made, and I feel better.

Tomorrow's Live Frog is yet another church-related phone call. We grumpy antisocial people really should just be atheists.

* "Hi, we haven't seen you at church for a while, and we wanted to touch base and invite you to our Halloween lunch/craft festival." I still haven't decided whether I hate this because it's genuinely creepy and intrusive, or whether I just hate it because I'm an introvert.