Your Blogmeister’s Desk
My constant pleas to Mother Nature have gone unheard; she didn’t stop or slow down time for my behalf.
For better or worse, it happens tomorrow.
Which means I’ll be disconnected until at least Saturday.
Work is letting me play hooky, and while I’ll take them up on the offer, there’s a part of me that wishes I had some way not to think about what is about to become of me on the morrow.
By the time you read new material in this space, I’ll be in a whole new decade.