I try to believe in as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
Count them, Alice. One, there are drinks that make you shrink.
Two, there are foods that make you grow. Three, animals can talk.
Four, cats can disappear. Five, there is a place called Underworld.
Six, I can slay the Jabberwocky.
I procrastinate. I procrastinate too many things, even things I enjoy doing, like stitching and writing. Sometimes it’s not much of a problem, but other times it snowballs into a huge problem well insulated with layers of guilt and blame that just lead to more procrastinating. My jabberwocky is procrastination.