A news article on chronic tardiness struck a chord.

Seems that being late isn’t necessarily a character flaw.

Or passive-aggressive behavior.

Some of us are late, it turns out, because we’re trying to cram too much into the day.

That means we’re optimistic about checking items off the to-do list.

Our alarm goes off at 5 a.m. and yet I’m always rushing out the door 4 hours later.

Mornings are the best time for writing, so I spend the early hours on the computer.

And making lunches, washing dishes, tossing a load of clothes into the machine, watering the garden, feeding the dog, listening to NPR, taking out the rubbish, showering, dressing, writing a letter, paying a bill, reading the New York Times and checking on weather.

Chronic tardies are a bit unrealistic, thinking we can get a boatload of work done in a brief time.

That realism is like magic, and chronic tardies are magical thinkers.

I’m a magical thinker.