Truism

I love all this rain we've been having lately, but it is making it very difficult to do any work. One of the reasons I love rainy days is because I always feel like you're justified in blowing off work and curling up in front of the fire with a book when it rains.

When it rains for a week and a half, that's where I start to run into trouble.

And trouble is, apparently, where I am, but I am still planning on spending the evening making and then eating my trademark Winter Beef Stew with Eastham Turnips and Mustard Sauce, sipping a glass of the finest Pellegrino, and watching bad historical reenactments on the Beeb.

And that stack of papers I'm supposed to be editing is not getting any smaller, is it? Well, hell. I'll do it tomorrow.

And anyway, getting a job is kind of like doing a job, right? Because today I got a very sweet job lined up at an event scheduled for a couple of weeks from now, a job that offers the prospect of lots of fun, interesting new people, and therefore new contacts for other fun and insanely nifty gigs.

So that accomplishment -- lining up work that will probably lead to more work in the future -- that lets me off the hook for the day, and opens the door to a guilt-free evening of beef stew and Victorian drama, right?

Right. God, when I'm right, I'm right.