I actually forgot to write a post for today. My head is just spinning with everything I need to do.
Here’s how busy I am: I just discovered I forgot to drink my coffee yesterday. I made my usual pot, took the dog out, came in, did the rest of my morning stuff but forgot to pour myself a cup. Mind you, I make and drink coffee every morning of my life, except on vacation, when I order and drink coffee. Forgot to drink my coffee. This is worrisome.
Update: I discovered my son made coffee last night. Whew!
I want to talk about the format for my blog. It’s come to my attention that I am starting to really stress about getting all the posts done each week, and my readership on Wednesday isn’t that good. So I think I’m going to drop Wednesdays, and use that time to focus on improving readership of my Monday posts. (The Monday posts are another matter…How I will continue to write columns about a love life that doesn’t exist is a bit of a mystery, but we’ll see.) Perhaps I’ll expand the topic of Monday’s posts to include the “life” part of “love, life, and sex in the suburbs.” I have to take the pressure off somehow.
Here’s a minorly weird thing. I came downstairs this morning and saw a car in the driveway. Another human being is under my roof and I had no idea he was here. While my son did tell me someone was likely to sleep over, I had no idea this person had arrived and was alive and breathing in my basement. Somehow my doggy missed that, too. Don’t tell my kids, but apparently they could have a whole party down there and I wouldn’t know it.
Quasi-busy weekend. I usually don’t work on Fridays (well, I am always working in one form or another), but I had to do something for another client yesterday so I am working today. That crams me a little extra for the weekend. Sunday I am visiting a friend quite a distance away, so that day is gone, but it will be worth it. I am visiting a childhood classmate who I haven’t seen since sixth grade. He is ill, and it’s important to me that I see him, however strange that might seem, given how long it’s been since our acquaintance. We were not quite friends in elementary school, but we did know each other. There are several of us who seem to feel as if our elementary school classmates were siblings. I know that is not a universal feeling, but finding some of these people, for me, is like finding a long, lost family member.
I had best get to work now. Have a great day—it looks like we have some decent weather here—and a better weekend. Happy Passover, and Happy Easter. How lovely when the two coincide.