There's frequent irony in my life. A column I currently have running in a national magazine in Canada is a tongue-in-cheek study on how to become a better procrastinator. Clearly, I am on my way to a Master's degree....

In a little over an hour and a half from now, packers will arrive to start in earnest with our upcoming relocation. I spent last night racing from room to room, separating out items that might literally cost me my life, should they be packed up until we find a new home in Calgary. That task continues the minute I sign off today, as our two biggest rooms remain un-scouted. Hey, that could be a real word....

Granted, we have been away, and other pesky tasks have chewed up my time, but once again I find myself watching flood waters rise, while wearing paper shoes. I have no idea what that means, but if it catches on, you heard it here first...

Of all my moves, this has been the hardest. Not only because we hate to leave what may well be one of the most beautiful places in Canada, but also it seems we have malicious gremlins at work, adding stress to an already stressful enough time.

We shall persevere. After all, as a Master Procrastinator, I won't even get to worrying about these challenges until months after we're gone!!

Chow for now!!