Seems like any time I commit to something with a deadline, sh*t happens, you know? Like this post. Claude Mary’s on an Internet-less vacation (we want pictures, CM!), so I suggested yesterday afternoon that we switch days here. I had the whole evening stretching out ahead of me — plenty of time for writing and scheduling this post. (You didn’t REALLY think I was ever up in time to actually write and post at 4 a.m.?!?)
If I were smart, I would have written the post (and the newsletter column due this evening!) right away. But no, I went ahead with what I’d been doing — cruising the Internet for recipes — thinking I had the entire night. (So don’t go blaming yourself, CM. I’m the queen of the procrastinators.)
The entire night? Yeah, right. Soon after I got off the phone, DH told me we had to go to the emergency room. (Long story short: two weeks ago, he broke his wrist really, really bad; the doc had to rebuild the joint with a plate and about a bazillion screws.) The cast they’d put on him Friday had gotten unbearably tight, and the doc’s PA had agreed that it had to be loosened.
So off we went to the ER, where we saw some of the happiest emergency patients I’ve ever seen. I kept envisioning the block on the triage form: Was alcohol involved in the injury? LOL.
Hours later, the cast was still intact but cut in two so there was room to breathe. As I watched the doctor slice it open with the cast cutter, then pry it apart with a screw driver, I was thinking, “I’ve got a SawzAll; I’ve got a screw driver; I could have done this at home and still had time to cook dinner and blog and write a column and a dozen other things.”
It was after eleven when we got home, and by the time I let all the puppers out and fed them a very late dinner, writing anything besides “good night” was the last thing on my mind. So I got ready for bed, took a sleeping pill, got all snuggled in, and suddenly my eyes popped open. I’d forgotten to blog. And then they closed right back up again.
That’s the way of my life. If it ever gets too easy, Fate will smack me upside the head. The funny thing, though, is that I wouldn’t want it any other way.