“Honey, can you fix that scraping sound when the car hits a bump?
“Sure,” I say, “I’ll work on it next Saturday.”
But when Saturday comes around I look out at the car and find some other important task to do, like cleaning my desk, so that I am busy and productive. But I suspect my wife knows that I am just procrastinating the fix on the car. I just don’t want to go start the job. My subconscious knows what is coming.