I consider paperwork to be so loathsome that it actually informs my vision of hell. This would be, of course, assuming there is a hell, but I think I will steer clear of that controversial topic. Forget fire and brimstone. Enter mounds of paperwork. Just when you complete the last form, the devil hands you another one. And another. And another.
While avoiding my latest paperwork nightmare I have managed to read several books, watch numerous documentaries on the internet, and finish all eight seasons of MI-5 (Spooks). I'm not too proud of that last item, but what can I say. Faced with the choice between paperwork or watching the BBC consistently kill off their main characters there really was no contest. Violence, terrorism and death was the easy winner.
There is one other item I have managed to complete while avoiding The Task. It is an example of how procrastination can prove to be a powerful ally. Otherwise dreaded jobs suddenly have an appeal they might not otherwise have possessed. You see, as much as I love to knit there are two things I don't like doing. One is knitting sleeves. I dislike sleeves so much that I actually have a sweater stuffed in a bag in my craft closet that I finished last year. Well, almost finished. It still needs the sleeves. The other thing I despise is sewing the knitted garment together once it has been knit. Which means even if I ever do get around to knitting those sleeves there's a very good chance they will never get attached to the sweater.
Last fall I started knitting a sweater for Alexandra. The yarn was beautiful and the pattern fun to work with. I finished the body and was faced with still needing to knit the dreaded sleeves plus a hood. If the sweater had been for me it might have joined the amputee sweater bag in the craft closet, but Alexandra really wanted this sweater. What kind of person commits to knitting something then doesn't finish it anyway? Um, well.....no comment.
I have run out of ways to put off the inevitable. It has come down to that armless sweater hiding in the closet or the one page letter of not more than 250 words that I have been avoiding for the past two weeks. What a choice. I think I'll just go have a quick look to see if season 9 of MI-5 has been released yet.