Ever wish you could just put a bookmark in your life and pick it up later when you catch your breath? I have to admit that'd be a handy feature to have this week.
I am finally emerging from my cocoon of sickness just in time to balance my family's needs, my client's needs, my blog's needs, etc. while trying not to tick. I sure wish I could make that particular disability go away. AD/HD sort of gives me character, but chronic motor tic disorder is just a pain in the posterior.
Anyways, this is just a quick note to let you know a column will be forthcoming any moment now. I've written it two and a half times already, actually. But it's just not quite there yet. It's hard to write about Depression in a funny matter. I know, I know. I said I wasn't going to do that. Well, let me share a quick story with you as a way of giving you insight into how I tick.
I've been dreading the meet with the homeschool supervisor for a few weeks now. What was she going to be like? With my luck she was going to be a humorless, dried out old battleaxe who values punctuality higher than wit and academic performance. I at least had wit going for me, but sometimes I can't be on time to save my life. I've often said I'd show up a day late to the morning of the First Resurrection, but that's a Mormon joke. Don't worry, most of them don't laugh at it either.
Today I received the call and when I hung up and joined my wife in the kitchen, Robyn had only one thing to ask me: "Did she laugh at your jokes?" I protested and asked how she knew I had told jokes, but she just smiled and shook her head at me. The answer was "yes", by the way. My supervisor and I are going to get along just fine. Good thing, too. I have compulsive humor. Give it time. I bet it'll be labeled a new disorder. If only I could guarantee that'd I'd be compulsively funny.
I am finally emerging from my cocoon of sickness just in time to balance my family's needs, my client's needs, my blog's needs, etc. while trying not to tick. I sure wish I could make that particular disability go away. AD/HD sort of gives me character, but chronic motor tic disorder is just a pain in the posterior.
Anyways, this is just a quick note to let you know a column will be forthcoming any moment now. I've written it two and a half times already, actually. But it's just not quite there yet. It's hard to write about Depression in a funny matter. I know, I know. I said I wasn't going to do that. Well, let me share a quick story with you as a way of giving you insight into how I tick.
I've been dreading the meet with the homeschool supervisor for a few weeks now. What was she going to be like? With my luck she was going to be a humorless, dried out old battleaxe who values punctuality higher than wit and academic performance. I at least had wit going for me, but sometimes I can't be on time to save my life. I've often said I'd show up a day late to the morning of the First Resurrection, but that's a Mormon joke. Don't worry, most of them don't laugh at it either.
Today I received the call and when I hung up and joined my wife in the kitchen, Robyn had only one thing to ask me: "Did she laugh at your jokes?" I protested and asked how she knew I had told jokes, but she just smiled and shook her head at me. The answer was "yes", by the way. My supervisor and I are going to get along just fine. Good thing, too. I have compulsive humor. Give it time. I bet it'll be labeled a new disorder. If only I could guarantee that'd I'd be compulsively funny.
