I feel you, bro…
I am out of gas!
Physical therapy. Go to the store. Write the Newswithviews column you forgot to write yesterday. Quick–five blog posts, please! Oh! And you have to finish a chapter of that book you’re writing.
It calls to mind my old newspaper reporter days. Always on the hot seat. Deadline for this, deadline for that–and oops, another story just came in that you have to write and edit and set type and paste onto the front page. You’ve got 20 minutes.
Anyway, it’s done. And now I must spring up to clean the cat’s litter boxes (she has two–eat your hearts out, other cats). Because it’s almost suppertime.
See you in a bit. I like to post those critter videos after I eat.