Today is a day for explaining where one’s head is. Trish is. Heather is having a contest about where she’s been with her head and pocketbook. (I’d enter, but I won the last time. Best to sit on my hands and let someone else have a chance.) As for my head, yesterday it was trying to clone me. We’ve all done something like this:
You are setting a date to do something on your calendar, just to realize, once you’ve set your appointment, that you are going to be elsewhere in the world on that day, doing something meaningful or fun, that you totally forgot about.
Then you stand around and fell really stoopid for a bit and wonder how you are going to fix it. You juggle in your head what you want to do with what you ought to do; what you get paid to do and what you have to pay to do. Then you hope you don’t have to lie when you tell one party you are going to change the plan.
That was my day yesterday. Making a short story long, I rescheduled the second thing. Yea? I know. I’m being vague. But who in their right head wants to be super detailed about being dumb? Besides Neil Boortz?
Ok – Go enjoy Heather’s contest.