Being American
So far this year has been a year of focus on the office — I’ve been working really hard ten hours a day and there isn’t a lot of creativity or motivation left after that. But, in the last week I’ve been in a “get your sh** together” sort of mood. So there will be new posts, and you’ll notice a few other improvements around here as well.
I really did write some posts while in London. Here’s one of them.
Sober Living
On New Year’s Day, the doorbell rang. I often ignore the doorbell. It’s a hassle, holding the dogs back — but two German Shepherds can be quite useful with unwanted callers, as they appear to be straining at their collars to attack the intruders, while I, with difficulty, hold them barely inside the door. Of course, they really want to greet the strangers with kisses and hugs, but this is not obvious to the casual observer, and I’ve learned it’s not necessary to explain. People generally seem rather relieved when I tell them I can’t talk right now and don’t want to buy anything or have my carpets cleaned or change religions.
Anyway, that day I answered the door. The lady on my porch wasn’t selling anything, she was a neighbor hoping I would sign a petition. Read more
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