I got an early-morning-meeting notice at 9:00 last night. Nothing helps you unwind at night like a work email at 9 p.m. telling you to get in early.
Anyway, as I always do when I have to go in early, tell me what I should blog about when I come home at lunch. Then when I come home at lunch, I’ll read your questions and suggestions, ignore them, and either not blog at all or blog about whatever I want.
Don’t you love our little dynamic? See you at lunch! Or luncheon, as Nancy Drew used to say. I wish I had a Hannah Gruen. I say that now, but every day I would head home for lunch and be annoyed that that old lady was there making me sandwiches. “Why does she give two fucks about my mystery? Can’t she get her own goddamn life? God, this roast beef sandwich is delicious. Why does Beth have to eat three of them?”