Monday Done Got Me !

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Dear Readers:

I had a series of appointments today that began at 6:00 a.m. as I started my new regime of up and at ’em before sunrise to get the workout over with at the beginning of the day.

The purpose of this new schedule was to get blood flowing to my brain as early as possible to stimulate brilliant writing and frankly to just get the damn exercise out of the way before I find a chance to talk myself out of it.

The good news is I bounded out of bed like a kitten on crack, made Mr. Patience and Understanding his morning Nespresso and bolted out the door for a 5 mile run and 100 push-ups.  It was exhilarating to be done by 7:45 and have a full day of writing in front of me.

The bad news is I got distracted by an infestation of box bugs in my office and spent the next two hours screeching, swatting, crying and victoriously tossing their crunchy buzzy little corpses into the toilet.

After meeting with my editor at 11 and joining Mr. P.U. at his office to sign some secret documents* and have lunch, I had to race to meet with my hardworking and simply fabulous management team at 1:00.

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In other words, I didn’t get the writing finished today.  I started the blog but did not have time to wrap it up.  I’m sorry.  I promise tomorrow’s offering will be very snappy and relevant to your life, unless it isn’t.

I know I did this already last Friday, but the lack of response from my fans was alarming so I have chosen to assume you were all trapped under something heavy that day and could not access a computer.

PLEASE visit golocalpdx and comment upon my last advice column (or any or all of them, for that matter).  I believe you have to use your desktop or laptop as they don’t seem to have commenting set up for mobile devices yet.

If you have a Facebook page, and I know you do, you can comment in very short order.  In exchange, I will sing at your son or daughter’s wedding.

I know, I know: I’m incredibly generous and thoughtful.

Here is the link to my advice to a very sad man whose wife won’t let him play in her sandbox anymore.  Come on, I know you can do this for me.

Please tune in tomorrow and hear all about how to avoid raising a dependent brat.  Here are some fun photos for you to pass the time with while you wait for me to come back:

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* Not really, I just haven’t written about this subject yet, but will soon…