I rushed through writing the post that appeared this morning, set it to appear at 8:00 a.m. this morning, went to bed: with a feeling of accomplishment.
Much later, I remembered that Monday is when I've scheduled "Caritas in Veritate" posts. By then it was too late to do much about the situation.
One of the problems with being my own boss is that I can't go to the water cooler and complain about the manager. Actually, I could: but we don't have a water cooler; I'd be complaining about myself; and it wouldn't do much good.
The 2012 Olympics aren't actually involved in any of this - except as a minor distraction last week.
We don't, as a family, watch sports very often: so hanging out with the rest of the family, watching tennis, or gymnastics, or whatever, was a distinct break in routine.
My elbow got joggled again, metaphorically speaking, when my son reminded me that my wife's birthday is coming up. This week.
I started a quietly frantic search for a suitable gift - that would arrive in time. The experience also gave me a topic for a post that has almost nothing to do with birthdays:
- "Truth, Justice, and Texting With My Son"
(August 12, 2012)
I'm still short one "Caritas in Veritate" post, though. Sorry about the mix-up. I may have something ready later today. Then again, maybe not.