It’s Monday night, and I’m at home getting ready to put the kids in bed. After that, I’ll be working for several hours to meet a real work deadline for a meeting tomorrow. If I had started this task on Friday, I would have been finished long before now.
As I’ve mentioned before, I’m a procrastinator. However, not working on Friday was only partially my fault. I’m blaming God, and all of you, for the other part. (How much blame goes to each part is TBD somewhere in eternity, probably.)
I was disturbed, as you can tell from the previous post, meeting notes, which were the actual meeting notes I took on Friday morning. (I can show you my notes page from my planner if you don’t believe me.) Of course, after that meeting, and all of the daydreaming brought on by the book I’m reading, Amazing Grace by Jonathan Kozol, I was unfit for work. Whose fault is that?
Anyway, the point is that you all are so predictable.
Renee and I have noticed that no one ever comments on my more serious, faith-based, scripture-based, or just weird philosophical posts.
I get the most comments on my “life-is-fun” and “children-are-cute” posts.
So, I didn’t get any comments on the Friday post. So predictable.
I can tell you’re looking at them. The stats indicate that you’ve been visiting. The stats don’t lie! I’m an accountant. I know stuff.
It’s okay, though. Renee didn’t get it either.
That’s what she said when I got home on Friday: “I read your blog. I didn’t get it. What was that about?”
So, you’re predictable, but you’re off the hook.
If I didn’t have a bunch of work to do tonight, I’d write another post about my cute kids, so you could all have a chance to comment.
By the way, I also have 3 times the number of visits to the blog on the days when Renee tells you she has new pictures. I’m pretty much convinced, now, that you all come here for the pictures.
I’d lament that and feel sorry for myself for a few hours tonight, but I have work to do, since you made me miss it on Friday.
Love you, too.