It’s about time
I f you’re early, you’re on time; and if you’re on time, you’re late.” That was the mantra of our kids’ high-school band director, who would repeat it whenever a student trickled into a rehearsal just as (or a few minutes after) the bell chimed. That tardy kid has been me most of my life, always running just a little bit late. It’s not that I’m lazy. I just always seem to underestimate how long it’s going to take to do something. I figure everything will go as smooth as a baby’s bottom, so I don’t allow time for the hiccups that inevitably pop up. As we enter the gift-making season, remember that your shop is where you go to relax, not stress to the max. Think about the gifts you want…