I’m 47 years old. Two days ago, you sent me an email, which I did not answer. I didn’t answer it, in part, because I am 47 years old.
I appreciated your email. You are a person, who has written an email, and I am a person, who should reply to that email. However, your email arrived on Wednesday afternoon, and just as I opened it, my 16-year-old son came in. He wanted to describe to me an app he is in the process of developing. Then he showed me a funny article someone had sent him, and I showed him a funny article someone had sent me, and then I explained that I had work to do, that I needed, in fact, to respond to your email, and also to write 3,000 words in the next 36 hours. “I’ve only written 300,” I said.
Instead… which leaves me with a super cool clean closet and a full freezer but only part way through a goofily glorious new read Is it back-to-school? I think it’s back-to-school. I blame September for the fact that I, a person who reads tons of books all the time, it’s practically my whole personality, instead read very little. Admittedly I’m savoring and giggling over my current read (Apprentice to the Villain; think The Princess Bride but make it feminist and […]
