I woke up this morning with this mantra going through my head. As usual, my cat was making me do one of two things I don’t like to do on this blog: vulgarity.
With my wife working third shift this week, he was forcing me to get up earlier than I wanted, to feed him.
But then I thought about it and I realized that this also is the case:
To wit, last night I caved to the pressure of an author on Twitter.
I announced to the world that I was on my fifth DNF (did not finish) of this year in books and then when asked by another twitterer what the book was, I told her…joking with her that it was a secret between her and me.
A few moments later, I received this tweet:
to which I replied:
To continue on the Simpson theme:
I won’t recount the conversation that followed. Needless to say, after just returning the e-book, The Informationist by Taylor Stevens (here I go again, digging myself further into the hole), to my library, I promised to check the book back out at the next opportunity and read it. In an attempt to salvage my integrity, I told her that I would let her know what I thought when I finished the book.
No, I won’t post the above picture again, but I could.
Um, yeah, one more thing: