Seven years ago I went out and bought lumber and poles for a fence to section off a storage area. No sooner did I get started when I was called away for a paying gig far from home. Pulling into my driveway three months later, putting up a gate to the storage area wasn't at the top of my To-Do list.
Somehow, year after year, the fence never got finished. Sometimes I would pull the termite infested wood out of the weeds, search for scattered hardware, and make an effort to complete the project, but something else always came up. Paid gigs, personal projects, a lazy WOW day, even writing pointless, rambling journal entries always seemed to take