Weekly Briefing from the North Texas Apocalypse Bunker, 12/2/22
'Giddy Up Giddy Up Giddy Up Let's Go' Edition
I’m going to preface this with an apology of sorts. It’s been a busy year, with lots of personal changes; physical, environmental, physiological, ecumenical, and entrepreneurial, just to name a few. I’m usually not happy unless I have one more thing on my plate than I can comfortably handle at any given time, but that number jumps to three or four extra things on my plate in October, November, and December.
It’s a lot to juggle, and as usual, I end up dropping some balls. The ball I dropped this week is my mother’s birthday. Go ahead, pile on, you can’t make me feel any worse about it.
Deadlines are looming. I’m blowing through them as we speak. But at least the dog is happy. Here’s the bunker mascot, in go-mode:
100% relatable. I have a pretty strong track record of spacing important birthdays.
I feel for you. Forgetting important dates is the worst.