As I woke up this morning, and my wife and I were planning the events of the day, I told her that I needed a couple of hours to write my Killzone Blog post.
“I thought they went up on Wednesdays,” she said.
“Today is Wednesday.”
“No, it’s not. Today is Tuesday.”
“Crap. It’s Wednesday.”
Normally, I’m not an in-my-jammies kind of worker. While my office is just down the hall, it’s still my office, and if I’m at my desk, I’m dressed for the day. Except this morning. As I write this, the clock on the wall tells me that it’s 8:35 a.m. That tells me that I’ve already missed the eyes of commuting readers. And I’m bearing the burden of Reavis Wortham’s post from a few days ago, where he talks about the moral betrayal that is the missing of a deadline.
I choose to blame Thanksgiving. That Thursday holiday makes the days that follow all feel like Saturday or Sunday. Throw in the fact that we’ve been decorating the new abode for Christmas and I haven’t been near a calendar, and here we are. I’m writing, but let’s be honest. I’m not saying very much. Bottom line: I dropped the ball.
Just wait till next time, though. Maybe I’ll be brilliant.
Here are the discussion questions, now that Thanksgiving is in the rearview mirror and Christmas is fast approaching:
- Does your favorite whipped cream come out of an aerosol can or a tub?
- Do you agree that a satisfying Thanksgiving dinner must include jellied cranberry sauce?