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On Procrastination Street, the trash is collected twice per week for those who either forget which day is trash day or who otherwise just can’t seem to get it around in time.  On Procrastination Street, the postal service only delivers on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, because they understand that some of us just can’t be bothered to check or don’t want mail every day.  It’s too much effort for too little reward.  It should go without saying that packages are delivered every day, because no one wants to wait for packages.  Beginning 15 days before a bill is due, daily reminders get sent via email, voice mail, and text message, to pay these bills.  Grass heights are carefully monitored by sophisticated sensors involving lasers (I don’t fully understand the technology, I just report).  When grass reaches a preset height, home owners begin receiving electronic notification that they will need to mow their lawn within 4 days or a local lawn care service will automatically be contracted to take care of it (all charges to the home owner, of course).  Homes built on Procrastination street are equipped with in-sink dishwashers.  Nightly (or on a preset schedule), a dome descends and forms a hermetic seal over this special sink, and all dishes within are automatically washed and sanitized.  Obviously household vacuuming is performed by a squad of Roombas, small robots, scheduled to sweep up at least once per week.  On this street, networked refrigerators send messages reminding of impending shortages of cold essentials such as milk, eggs, and beverages.

On Procrastination Street, blogs would not give their authors a Delete button.  Drafts not posted within 4 hours from the first auto-save would be published automagically.  Obviously, this is just a dream!

**Procrastination Street is not a real place (that I know of).  Do not plan to move there.  Do not search for it on the Google Maps.  It only exists in my warped imagination (and now yours).