I thought maybe this is the year it was going to happen. I wasn’t even going to follow the real rules. I was just going to post a meaningful blog or a book review consisting of more than a sentence or two every day. But then work happened. It’s some screwed up lesson, I think. I was on my high horse telling Eric that he needs to take better care of himself, that he shouldn’t work so much, and that surely there are other people at his office who can take up some of the slack.
Is it coincidence that my workload ratcheted up to 11 just after I said that, or pure karmic justice?
Oh by the way – happy birthday to me, last weekend!