A friend invited me to meet him at a concert tonight. I was thinking about going, but then something came up here at home during what I call the magic window: that short period of time when one decides whether or not to do something.
Tonight the magic window lasted from 8:20 to 8:40 PM. I got home at 8:20, and there was a cooler full of Omaha Steaks at the door. I had to rearrange the entire freezer to make room for it all. Reorganizing the freezer reminded me that the refrigerator contained several bottles of expired milk. As I was pouring the old milk in the toilet, I remembered that I had been meaning to combine two partial bottles of my wife's shampoo in my never-ending battle against clutter. As I tossed the empty plastic milk and shampoo bottles into the recycling bin, I remembered that a local restaurant has a food drive box. So I started looking at my boxes of cereal and discovered that half of them were expired (no surprise considering all the milk I haven't been using lately). I threw away the cereal and saved the cardboard boxes for recycling. By then it was 8:47. The magic window was closed.
Although in theory I could still go -- the cover is only $5 and the band is playing two sets -- once the magic window closes, it just isn't going to happen. And yes, I know the previous paragraph describes one of the lamest justifications for blowing off a concert ever. And no, my friend doesn't read my blog. I intend to tell him "something came up" without confessing the pathetic details.