That would be my get up and go, of course, which is true in both the micro and macro senses. I've known about the macro sense for a number of years now, which is to say: inertia. It's why my sidebar not-so-proudly states "...
currently semi-permanently docked in Portales, NM." At some point in time we shall strike through the "semi" bit as well, given that we're coming up on our eighth year of being parked here on The High Plains of New Mexico. I'm the semi-reluctant beneficiary of the world's longest one-month visit, evah. Or the world as I know it, anyhoo. You DID know that's how I came to be here, right? SN1 was stationed at Cannon Airplane Patch back in 2002 and I was in transit between the Old Life in SFO and the New Life in either Austin or Corpus Christi. I stopped here in P-Ville for that "one month visit" and somehow got held up on the way to that New Life.
Ah, there's the macro bit. History, for the most part, and we have a grudging acceptance of the part that is the here and now. I'm oh-so-slightly concerned about the micro, though. I have a shopping list with about 20 items on it, enough to justify a trip out to the commissary. But my inner eight year old is sitting sulkily in the forefront of my consciousness and refuses to move because he "doesn't wanna." There's that and then there's the fact that only one item on said grocery list is in the "essential" category, so we will head out to Wally-World instead of the base to get that and a couple of other things. Eventually. Some time today. Probably.
I really need some world-class nagging from time to time. An elderly gent left to his own devices gathers a lot o' moss. Metaphors: shaken, not stirred.
Related: Do a Google image search for "petulant child" just for a laugh. You get an amazing mixed bag of totally UNrelated images. Google is a wonderful thing indeed.