As most of you who been here before know, I write my posts the evening before they publish. Usually. Sometimes I miss my deadline, but 99 out of 100 posts are up at 12:01AM the day they're dated. Anyway, as I write this, it's Friday evening and I'm preparing my post for Saturday.
Normally, the posting schedule doesn't make a difference - except when I have specific plans for the next day that I would normally blog about - like the things I'm doing today.
@rockdrool (her Twitter Handle), the lovely Melissa Brodsky, is in Chicago, and Melisa Wells and I are with her ... or will be ... or were ... it all depends. (One of the problems with posting in advance of the day.)
Melisa and I are going to take pictures ... no wait ... we ARE taking pictures ... no wait ... we TOOK pictures and some of them will be published tomorrow. Sunday. Even though tomorrow is Saturday. Because right now it's Friday. Well, it WAS Friday when I wrote this even thought you're reading it on Saturday. Unless, of course, you slept through Saturday and now it's Sunday.
Don't you wish you were me?
Like I said .. Don't you wish you were me?