If I'm running late I get terribly anxious, a knot in my stomach, etc. But if it's hopeless and there's no way I could make it no matter how fast I move or how many corners I cut I give in. The anxiety disappears, I don't rush, I go through my normal routine at the normal pace and submit. I get there when I get there. Such happened today when I had to be out of my place by 8:30, set two phone alarms for 6:30 and overslept till 8:10. There's a tipping point between effort and resignation. I and people like me have this tipping point on timeliness. I think people have the tipping point with death. Dying people, when they know they're dying, seem to give up and a peace comes over them, doesn't it seem that way? If you're going to be late, or you're going to be the late, you just give in.