I am writing to you from the past.
Before you get alarmed, no, I am not dead.
As I write this, it is Saturday, February 28th, at about 4:52pm EST. I realized that I'm not going to be at my desk to write my Monday morning post this coming week, so I'm writing it now. I'm not positive, but I think that by you reading this on Monday, with me having written it on Saturday, we may have broken the space/time continuum. I guess you don't need a tricked out Delorean to do that after all.
I wish I knew what I was going to be doing on Monday, but sadly, I don't. The only thing I know is that I won't have access to the Internet. Maybe I'll transport illegal aliens into the country in the back of my truck. Maybe I'll run around the house in my underwear while listening to classic rock music. Maybe I'll be try to give myself a haircut with my beard trimmer. Maybe I'll take a couple Tramadol and watch some movies while my brain is on autopilot.
From my vantage point, the future is wide open.
More realistically, I'll probably be bringing trash to the dump, or doing laundry, or working on a design project for The Boss. I like to imagine my life will be more interesting in a couple of days, but time, I guess, will tell for sure. My life is a whole lot less predictable when I'm not at my desk. If I was to be at my desk today (Monday, not Saturday like it is now), I'd probably be writing a blog post that would be more interesting than this one, or reading and commenting on all the new blog posts you've written, or checking my e-mail in my possibly-obsessive-compulsive way of 37 times per hour. Probably all three of those things, actually.
At any rate, I'll be back (in the present time) on Wednesday. Maybe I'll tell you what I did today. Monday.
P.S. Need something to think about today? Try this.