In this jobless existence I’ve been leading of late, holidays have a way of sneaking up on you. And whaddaya know, Independence Day is upon us. After smashing my head so hard against the wall that I’ve had to scrub ’em down, I’m opting to take a long weekend in lieu of any more. I’m trying to reorder my days to make them more productive and creative and, sure, remunerative, which means I have to set some things aside and/or let them find a new place in the hierarchy. (Pulls at chin — wha-?) OK, I’m trying to write some fiction every day and look for freelance work every day and while blogging still has a place, it’s going to have a somewhat smaller place than what it’s had in the past.
Or else it just can’t take so damn long and suck up so much time. And make me write redundant sentences like the previous one.
Seems a long weekend is a good time to start organizing. Also, to sail the boat.
In the meantime, Richard Cohen on the Speech. Be a patriot this weekend; have another hot dog. I’ll be back on Tuesday.