In just under the wire again. I think it's kind of funny that I've been doing this blog for a month or two and yet I still forget that I even have it. Especially as I'm about to fall into bed after another long day. I only remembered tonight because my laptop was in the way of me falling in bed. My mother used to put things on our beds to remind us to do them before we slept - laundry, homework, whatever. The theory was that we would have to pick it up, whatever it was, before we went to bed, and once we've got it in our hands we'd fold the laundry and put it away, or we'd finish the homework or whatever. Not so. I quickly learned to just not care what was on my bed and go to sleep anyway.
So mom, I've finally found one thing that I will move off of my bed every time - my computer. I guess now you know what my priorities are.
And it worked, too. I picked it up to put it away and realized I hadn't blogged yet today. And aren't you all a better person for having read this? (My mother is embarassed and afraid that she was a bad mother. She wasn't. She's just knows that twenty-somethings frequently entertain each other with wild tales of parents gone wrong. So she's sure we're always telling people what a bad mother we had.)
So anyway, I answered a lot of e-mail at work today. I'm trying to get back on the warhorse and ride into battle with my sword swinging. No one's going to take me down that easily, just by wearing me out.
Books:I'm going to get the last chapters written this weekend, working all day Monday on this stuff. (Yay, Labor Day) Then it's time to start over at the beginning and tidy things up for company. I've got some threads that I need to make sure are woven through every chapter.
So mom, I've finally found one thing that I will move off of my bed every time - my computer. I guess now you know what my priorities are.
And it worked, too. I picked it up to put it away and realized I hadn't blogged yet today. And aren't you all a better person for having read this? (My mother is embarassed and afraid that she was a bad mother. She wasn't. She's just knows that twenty-somethings frequently entertain each other with wild tales of parents gone wrong. So she's sure we're always telling people what a bad mother we had.)
So anyway, I answered a lot of e-mail at work today. I'm trying to get back on the warhorse and ride into battle with my sword swinging. No one's going to take me down that easily, just by wearing me out.
Books:I'm going to get the last chapters written this weekend, working all day Monday on this stuff. (Yay, Labor Day) Then it's time to start over at the beginning and tidy things up for company. I've got some threads that I need to make sure are woven through every chapter.
