Ever had someone accuse you of "running around like a chicken with its head cut off"? Back on the farm, the quickest, easiest way to do in the chicken chosen for Sunday supper was to grab the un-suspecting bird by its feet, whack it down on a nearby stump, and with one axe blow, lop off its head. The decapitation was often so fast that the poor chicken's body wouldn't catch on right away to the fact that brain-central was now gone and it was dead. Hence the headless chicken would run frantically and senselessly about for a few seconds before it finally collapsed.

We've all had times when we have three day's worth of chores, errands, deadlines, and responsibilities to finish in one day's time. As surely as that axe chop, such a day can transform us into frantically flapping, headless chick…