Showing posts from March, 2011

Where Does The Time Go?

That Old Song

I don't mean to be a repeating record.  (Note to anyone under forty: A record is made of vinyl and was once used to distribute music, pre-iTunes.)

I keep swearing (I'm not talking about cussing, although I do that too.  No I mean vowing) to quit going on about how busy I am.  For one thing, Baby Sister assures me it's the height of arrogance to use being 'busy' as an excuse for anything.  We're all busy and my time isn't any more important than yours so if you've stopped by to see if I've written anything new and been disappointed, then I beg your forgiveness.

However, I also put forth that your time is too precious to waste on reading my half-hearted attempt at blogging, so, um, You're Welcome as well.

Anyway, I had great hopes of getting my latest ms off then kicking back with a visit with my girlfriend in Kelowna (did and it was awesome!)   Then I was to come home and get caught up on all the things I've been pushing to …