Well, this is what happened to me today. I opened my notebook (my paper, spiral-bound notebook; I was on a break at work) and found a blog post I wrote last month about a cheesy horror movie I had seen. Of course I read it (I like to read my own writing, although I feel rather conceited that I do). It was OK. I could use this.
Today’s blog post taken care of (so I thought), I turned a few pages (I had written other things in that notebook besides the movie write-up) and began a post about some fun in Little Falls Steven and I had on Saturday. That was going pretty good, too, till I got a little bogged down. No matter, I told myself, this is Tuesday’s post well started and I can just use the movie post for today.
When I got home I briefly considered typing an off-the-cuff Monday Mental Meanderings just because I was so tired (it is Monday, after all). Then I told myself to not be such a bum and start typing. I got my notebook, found the movie post, and started typing.
Boy, do I write a lot about those cheesy horror movies! I got tired of typing real quick but kept going. Till I got even more tired. Then I looked at how much more I had to type. No way! Why knew I was that prolific?
What now? Type in what I have on the Little Falls post and finish that? I’m not up for it. I should have gone with the off the cuff post to begin with, because, to be honest, by this time I have nothing on my cuffs. I probably never did. Where did that expression come from, anyways, “off the cuff”? Is that from when cuffs were separate pieces that got attached to shirts with cuff-links or cuff-buttons and people wrote notes to themselves on them? Did people write notes to themselves on their cuffs? It sounds like a handy spot.
Oh, will you look at that? I just had an authentic Mental Meandering and it’s still Monday. I declare this post done.