Overcome by events

Oh my gosh, has it really been almost three weeks since I posted here? Even though I haven’t published anything, I still write every day, even when I don’t have time. And I never have time. I keep thinking that I should take a day off now and then and maybe stop trying to do this every day, but that’s the slippery slope. “Maybe I don’t have to do this EVERY day” would lead directly to all or nothing, and I’d never write anything again. 

So I keep writing every day, but I can’t publish most of it because most of it is about work and I can’t publish specifics about work. Here’s what I actually can tell you about work: I get up every morning sick with dread. By mid-morning, I’m fully panicking and often, I break down and cry for a few minutes, certain that I cannot do this job. And then I become strangely calm and I stop panicking and I actually do this job. 

God, aren’t you glad you’re not me? 

Anyway, this is just a placeholder post while I finish some other non-work-related writing. I have quite the backlog. Here’s a topic preview: Commas, handbags (again), Bari Weiss, the Golden Girls, cars and driving, suburban street fashion, and why the hell Google Docs won’t open new documents in a separate tab like it used to. I never did write my 2021 book list and at this point, it might be OBE. That’s “overcome by events” for those of you who are not Federal contractors and who therefore speak and think like humans. Or maybe it’s not. Maybe I’ll write that 2021 book list before the end of 2022. There’s a three-day weekend next week. Anything can happen. Stay tuned.