I should have something witty to talk about.
I could write about hosting Poochie’s university railroading club at our house last weekend, and how My Guy confided that he had no idea how to properly host and relate to a bunch of train enthusiasts. “You’re a computer programmer,” I said. “Are you telling me you don’t speak Nerd?”
“I do!” he clarified. “But theirs is a different dialect!”
So, I could write about that. Or I could bitch and mooooaaaaan about the fact that Miss Universe spent a whole 60 seconds displaying not all the national heritage costumes, but only the top 10. Like there’s any other reason to watch the pageant. Shame, SHAME on you, Miss Universe!
Side note: you can see fantastic national heritage costume recaps at Tom and Lorenzo. They’re fabulous and opinionated.
Or I could write about my mighty triumph at Corporate Behemoth, wherein I convinced a senior VP that no, we don’t need more videos (thereby creating a shit-ton of work for yours truly), but rather, we need to leverage the other content we already have.
You can call me a savvy content strategist if you like.
I don’t feel savvy. I don’t feel like strategizing anything. I don’t feel entertaining or even remotely interesting. I feel … depleted.
I guess unbalance in your day-to-day life doesn’t go away just because you go on vacation and come up with a long-term plan. You still need those little baby steps to improve your quality of life along the way.
Also? I think we can all agree that vacationing with your in laws is not a vacation at all. It is a tour of duty.
Now, I’m going to retire to bed with my Grover Cleveland biography. And before you’re all, “Pshaw … Grover Cleveland – whatevs,” let me just tell you this: Ol’ Grover (known as Big Steve to his friends) looked after his BFF’s widow and daughter, treating the daughter almost as his own child. Until … her married her. The daughter. Not the widow. He married his BFF’s kid.
Reading trashy things about dead people: It feels more virtuous than watching trash teevee.