Dangerous distractions

I keep singing “Losing my Religion,” but inserting “Vacation” for religion because Monday is the official day my vacation time gets flushed down the toilet.

I just got four major new projects last night, in addition to the others I can’t seem to finish, so we’ll be singing this song next year at this time, too, if I haven’t flamed out in the meantime.

Anyway, I’m going to do something unusual and blog in real time. I met a super-nice guy. Like, ridiculously nice. I always meet nice guys. And I always think, “Poor thing. What I’m about to do to ruin you should be banned in 37 states.”

I always want change. Is this that time? Does our heroine go with it … or entertain other dangerous distractions that need to be smacked in the head with a shovel?

I think we know that answer. Here we go again …

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