Shoelaces for Josie

Sometimes late can be good. Like……..when you sleep in late - well - that can be bad if you’ve missed a meeting. Late can be good when…oh pick me, pick me! I have an answer!….when you don’t floor your car at a green light because some royal moron blew through their red light. See, now you’re alive because you were late at stepping on the gas. Don’t worry about all the cars honking behind you. Obviously they don’t have as much invested in you being alive.

Late is not good when it’s after midnight on Monday. I haven’t been up this late in eons - probably since college. I can’t do it anymore. Contrary to popular belief, I am not the reincarnated superwoman. All of this doesn’t explain why I’m still up, does it? Well, I’m dedicated. I’m dedicated to this blog and I take my responsibility to my readers quite seriously.

That’s mostly true. Somewhat true. But the real reason I’m still up is to work. Silly me and running myself up against the deadline. One of these days I’m going to clothesline myself on one of my deadlines, and it’s going to take me awhile to pick myself up off the ground. But - why be pessimistic. It hasn’t happened yet!

Oh - I thought of another thing where late is good. When you turn on a light after you’ve just woken up and it takes a bit for it to warm up and really shine brightly. Instead of permanently scarring your retinas with an immediate flash of bright white light, you get to remain friends with your eyeballs and gradually get used to an increased amount of light. Aeh…aeh - I got the goods on this whole late thing. I’m telling ya, it’s a gift.