A Temporary Reprieve
Friday night. We were able to get the 80-pager to a point where we don’t have to work frantically over the weekend to have it ready for signing Monday, and the out-of-towners we were expecting tomorrow morning are snowed in, and we’re mostly finished with the bunk beds and the rest of the girls’ room, except for hanging a couple of pictures and the fancy hand-painting that will be done by the guests once they thaw out, so tonight we’re just taking it easy.
As evidenced by the above sentence, a week-long birthing of a pudgy legal document has apparently rendered me unable to write short sentences. I’m beat.
And speaking of words that resemble the word bleat, you should, if you have the time and/or the interest, motivation, desire [stop it!], . . .
Focus. Brevity is a virtue. Okay. Ready?
Go . . . read . . . today’s . . . Bleat. There, I did it. Precise, to the point, pithy, and devoid of redundant synonyms and synonymous phrases.
Oops. Oh, well. Braking is generally a process.
Anyway, I just love reading about Lileks loving his kid. And who knew he had such a great radio voice? Well, not me, anyway.
An update on the bunk bed project, with pictures, tomorrow.
