While I was running today, I saw something odd out of the corner of my eye. I stopped, turned around, and saw this:
I had no idea fishing poles grew like that, complete with lure. You learn something new every day.
We were having lunch at a Mexican fast food joint when this happened:
I'm not big on carolers in general, and carolers in costume less so. It's just a little twee for my taste. The crowd was polite, but most folks just kept eating and chatting. It's hard to get a place where it's 68 degrees and sunny in December to feel like Christmas, and harder still when it's in a La Salsa.
I'm sitting at the counter of a Ruby's waiting for a burger and trying to decompress. This is my annual Hell Week, wherein I do the work of a dozen people while doing my other job, which included a particularly busy stretch today involving... Well, that's not important. What IS important is that this is how life is going at the moment- tons of work and no time to relax. This, at the counter of a burger joint, is my down time.
But I'm not complaining. In fact, this is a great time. Work is- dare I say it- fun. I get to write about interesting things for supportive people. I'm very lucky. And grateful.
But it hasn't left a lot of time for pmsimon.com. I remain, however, hopeful that I can get back to it more often soon. After all, here I am, typing with one hand and maneuvering a Cherry Coke with the other. It CAN be done
