Have you ever had one of those days?You know the kind I mean—a day when you feel like you’re forgetting something.Wednesday was like that for me.You see, the first full week back to work after a long weekend (Martin Luther King Day) seems to stretch out like a desert road whose end you can’t see.It always hits me on Wednesday.The previous week the third day of work was the day before Friday (and I mean “Friday” metaphorically, as the last work day of the week).The first full week you’ve been at it three days and on Wednesdays I realize, “I’ve got two more days to go.”So, although it was sunny around here, I sulked all day feeling like I’d forgotten something.I had.
I post on this blog every day.I have for many years.The way this works on WordPress is you get your post ready and you’re given an option to publish.I get my post ready before going to work (which in my case means going upstairs to my office).I delude myself into thinking I have regular readers and that they will be looking for the post at its usual time—around 6:30 (I start work early).Wednesday I finished my post even earlier than usual and I thought, “I’d better not publish now, or my readers won’t see it.”I trudged upstairs, however, and began to work.Once work starts, all bets are off.Even with the sun warming my chilly bones, I had a nagging feeling I was forgetting something.I’d forgotten to click “publish.”My post, which had been waiting patiently for publication (I know how that feels!) never got launched.I didn’t discover this until Thursday.
You see, we’re not supposed to use social media at work. Although I work remotely, unlike Republicans I play by established rules.So I went through my day feeling I’d forgotten something, but not knowing what.It’s not that I forgot you, my dear readers, I just forgot to click “publish” before heading up to work.At the end of work, after staring at a computer screen all day long, I tend not to go online.Most days I read a book, or get supper ready.So I awoke on Thursday to find Wednesday’s post, well, unposted.Some of us aren’t constitutionally compatible with the nine-to-five schedule.My mind goes lots of places during the day.Often those places are reminding me how many more days I have to do this before a break comes.And some weeks, it seems, it never does.If I recall correctly.
