I’m working on a couple of things right now: End of the month, so there’s billable work to finish and bill; grant applications and proposals to thoughtfully complete and send; project work to push diligently ahead with; and administrivia.
Also a blog post I keep trying to write about blogs, rules vs. freedom, social media and traditional media and the difficult links between them, and civility, which is particularly hard to write because every day there’s one more thing to bring into the mix (like that video of Bob Costas trying to keep the Deadspin guy and the athlete and the old media guy from stabbing each other in the heart), so I begin to despair of ever having the time and mental power and general quiet to get the damn think thought out and composed and written.
Can you all just sort of stop for a couple of days until I get my thoughts sorted? I would truly appreciate it.
Meantime, I’m just trying to keep things together and bills paid, so someday I can live in a house like Sinatra’s. Wonder if I could afford someday to buy this place and take it out of the rental market. I love my home town, but I would totally move there. (Dear sugar daddies: Call me.)
Also: There’s someone lounging on one of the couches in this photo, right? Is that a mannequin, or is it someone who comes with the property? Get out of my fantabulous and hip damn couch, person!