Short, sweet, and to the point.
That’s my goal as I write this at 4:30 a.m. on a Tuesday—paddling madly against the tide in the procrastination bay of time frames for my column.
I’m not sure where the last week went. I lost track of it at “Hello” and then was whisked away by the infinite chores in my neck of the woods.
I often think that even 24 hours of sunshine wouldn’t be enough time for me to get done all the things on my list.