Flying back from vacation. Two amazing things happened.
I actually had the time to read books. What a luxury! After decades of only reading scripts, it was a pleasure to actually read for pleasure.
I did not wake up dreading Monday. If nothing else, maybe this exercise to write every week has cured my Monday blues.
That's the good news.
Here's the bad news:
I had hoped for 52 self-indulgent musings. I intended to whine about the bureaucracy and hypocrisy of corporate America as I counted down my Mondays to freedom. But since I am about to be paroled nine months early, will I have anything left to write about?