I was going to blog about something important today. Not today though. I’m sick and under the influence of a generic Sudafed tablet. My thinking isn’t clear. Writing about serious, worldly matters is reserved for razor sharp thinkers and the other fifty percent who think and write about serious, worldly matters.
I was going to blog about something funny. Not today though. I’m supposed to pay the bills. There’s nothing funny about paying the bills. Earlier I washed the throw rugs. Hysterical. Before that, I did my exercises, the ones my physical therapist said I had to do daily for the rest of my life or my spine would completely deteriorate or something equally tragic. Like I’d have to see my physical therapist again.
I was going to blog about something interesting. Not today though. I’m out of time. I spent the last hour communicating with a kind editor who couldn’t open a .doc file for a non-fiction submission. He asked me to submit the piece again in several formats. He wanted to make sure he could open the file because “I really want to read your work.” He’s going to feel bad when he rejects the piece after going to so much trouble.
I was going to blog about something boring today.
Astonishing—even when I’m sick—I accomplish something.
Causes Jules Jacob Supports
CASA of Southwest Missouri, Master Gardeners of the Ozarks, University of Missouri Master Gardeners, Missouri Court Appointed Special Advocates Association...