Things move fast sometimes.
That’s what I find myself thinking about tonight. Most of the time, things move slow. Too slow, even. And we kind of count on that, the slowness. But, then they surprise you and move quickly.
I had a good Sunday, guys. Finally. A couple good conversations about stressful things, some good news on the project Liz and I are working on, some football watching, some watching of The Vow on HBO, and I got done the editing work and podcasting work I needed to get done.
Those last two, in particular, were satisfying. Especially the editing work, which was for a friend. I’d given them a timeframe in which I thought I could get the work done for them, and I nailed it. It took me exactly as long as I thought it would, and I didn’t have to burn the candle at both ends to get there. Praise be.
Weight off my shoulders.
This week. I swear to fracking god. What a week. November better bring Trump being voted out. I might fucking lose it if we have to endure four more years of his bullshit. I’m not even joking about that. I don’t think I can take it.
Do the right thing, America.
Have to get up super early tomorrow morning, so I think we’ll end it here with one last thought:
I am ready.
I’m ready.