Those New Year's Resolutions
So my ambition went with it. Oddly enough, I am still working on cleaning my room, something which always comes in last place. That’s really odd.
I slept two nights in my recliner. That was really nice; blanket, bedspread, afghan, nice and cozy. Radiator set at just the right temp behind me, radio softly playing classical music. All is right with the world and I still can roll over on either side if I want. It’s a good place if I have some acid at night (not LSD acid, I hasten to note).
Actually, while I was feeling only the slightest “under the weather,” which wasn’t much at all, I had to crank out a column for the newspaper – my weekly piece about music, especially the older stuff. This week’s was about Broadway show tunes, especially shows which have been forgotten, but launched some well-known songs.
I guess that’s the difference: I can visualize my editor over at the newspaper (about two blocks away) holding a gun to a photo of me with a countdown clock on her desk. With a blog, there is no such thing. But there are lots of interruptions, things I feel I should do first. Like warming up the mug of tea next to me. See you tomorrow.