December 7: A Make-Up Blog

NOTE:  This post was written on December 7.

Yes, I am trying to make-up for the two posts I missed earlier this week.  It’s the Catholic schoolboy in me.  I’m sure nobody noticed that I missed blogging on Tuesday and Thursday, but I have this whole guilt thing working on my psyche.  I don’t like disappointing people, even if they’re imaginary readers of my mediocre blog.

I still don’t know whether my daughter’s friends are going to show up tonight for her sleepover.  At the moment, I’m in this limbo space.  I have a meeting this afternoon with my financial adviser over what to do with my meager retirement savings.  I’m awaiting a phone call from my daughter’s dance instructor; my daughter forgot her schoolbag at the dance studio, and I have to pick it up for her.  I’m also waiting to pick up my Christmas bonus from the health care system for which I work:  a turkey.  Actually, I have to pick up seven turkeys for various employees in my department.  I don’t know what I’m going to be doing this evening.  Either I’m escorting a group of twelve-year-old girls to a movie, or I’m comforting my daughter whose friends let her down.

I don’t like being in limbo.  I like my days to be very planned-out.

Remember, Marty is the patron saint of the anally retentive.

These girls look like they can limbo...