One of the fine, fine benefits of fresh unemployment is the (false) illusion that you’ll have so much more time to get to those things. You know what those things are. Sock drawer (I swear it’s Smurfs who take socks and that’s why I cannot find mates), update financial records, organize recipes, lounge in the sun, write a blog.
Hey, wait. I’m writing a blog. Hurrah, I’m tackling one of TT (those things).
So, to me. Newly unencumbered by a clock, wreckless in my giddy-ness to begin, I begin. Today is just that. A new beginning. Why not? Why the hell not?