Last week, my life changed dramatically.
In that change, there’s certainly a lot to feel good about, but it’s certainly not all good, either. In many ways, I feel worn out by it all. I never asked for any of it, and now I’m stressed out – freaked out – and just generally overwhelmed. Doubtful I really have the “gonads” (as Munga would say) to shift into the new role being demanded of me.
But today I feel like I started to get things under control a bit.
I made a plan, as I’m known to do. A plan to get me through the next ten weeks until the holidays. And that plan is called…
OPERATION: SECOND HONEYMOON
And not that we’ll necessarily stop at a second honeymoon, but come this Christmas you’ll find Team Temple on that beach up there, celebrating survival of the fourth quarter of 2014.
And no, we won’t have a Christmas tree. We will have cocktails. In our bathing suits. And that’s even better.