You know you’ve got a promble when “planning my day” is going on and it’s already 10:30. It’s sort of like getting chased up a tree by a ceratosaurus. You can’t get down, and you can’t do the things you have to do.
Like, I normally write my Newswithviews column on Monday. I don’t see that happening. By now I should have at least four blog posts up. Fat chance. And then there’s this store and that store to go to because we’re out of stuff.
The problem is, how to find a way to use the time efficiently while I’m up the tree. I can think about that while I’m going to the stores. (Note: I will be wearing a mask. I didn’t get where I am today by breathing germs on everyone I meet in public.) By then we’ll be into the afternoon.
I sort of missed all the nooze this weekend. Was there anything I really should have noticed?
If I could just get a good night’s sleep–!