Hi friends,
Well, it finally happened. 2024 has been threatening for months. I didn’t believe it at first, but now, in the heart of it, I have to accept this is a new year. Does anyone else remember having to write checks and messing them up for months before you got the year right? Or am I alone in my willful refusal to accept a new year?
I want to state for the record that I never asked for a new year. I did not sign on to the terms and conditions of existence wherein time passes and years turn over. If somebody could point me to a manager, I’d like to lodge a formal complaint.
Earlier this week, I turned to my wife and said “All of those things I foisted on future Russell are coming back to bite him right now that that person is me.”
Did I use the word foisted or is that just the type of word I wish I used in conversation? I probably used some bawdy language that I try not to use in public, but for this one beautiful minute, can we just imagine I’m the type of person who would use t…
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