I've put off making a certain phone call for two days. It's one of those "smoothing ruffled feathers" kind to a guy who doesn't like something we're doing, or rather, doesn't like the process. I'm not at fault and I know what I'm going to say, but I'm just not in the mood for a soul-sucking conversation with a whiny, nose-outta-joint dude.
Shoulda made the call yesterday. Should make it right now. But every time I pick up the phone, I think "Nooooooooooooooooo . . ." I know I'll feel better once I've done the deed, but I just can't rev up my sweet, understanding listening engines right now.
Maybe one more cup of tea . . .