the back burner

going flat out

Last Thursday, my life went from zero to fifty miles per hour. On Saturday, we bumped it up to seventy-five. Yesterday, I stopped looking at the odometer.

I need to apologize to the people who are suddenly finding themselves on the back burner of my life. Back burners are for ideas or to-do lists, not individuals, right? Even so, I haven't sent the letters I've started writing, called the people who've left me messages, or taken any time for exercise or self-cooked meals. (I even ate MacDonald's for lunch yesterday. It was the closest option. I didn't even park and go inside for my food. I drove-through.)

I'm not complaining, though. I'm seeing and speaking to at least fifty people a day, in person, whereas before I probably spoke to an average of eight a day. So much for being depressed. I'm too distracted to be introspective or melancholy, which probably means I'll just save it up for a rainy day. I'm totally fine with this.

But it means some of you are getting shafted. I'm really sorry. Hang on a little longer.