Catching Up

I was born late. My Mom never let me forget that. Due at the end of August, delivered on September 18th. My first human interaction on earth and someone was waiting for me.

Figures. And nothing much has changed. I am still typically running late and playing catch up.

Like here, on my blog. It's been nearly a month since I last posted. How in the world could I catch up on everything that's happened? There's simply no way.

So the best I can do, the best I have ever done, is to make certain that once I have arrived (and I'm here now) I do the best I can.

I actually hate being late, but it must be in my genes because no matter how many hours I add to prep time, I am still late. Predictably late. Perennially late. Sadly, late.

And so, to catch up on my DC ramblings a bit. DC continues to be a place I am not quite sure about. It's grey. It's busy. There's something about it that I hate and love at the same time. The furious movement, the powerful decisions, the historical everything.

I've actually been out of the area more than in, but when I am here I do manage to get around a bit. I have visited several restaurants and will rave or rant about them here sooner or (later). You guess which.

And even now, as I am typing, I am going to be late to a meeting if I don't get offline and get going.

So, bye bye for now. Not a whole lot to say right now and it's time to be late for another important date!

Ta Ta!