Two days ago, I headed to the gas pump where I was charged $3.779/gallon, a rather steep hike from the $3.289 I paid during my last fill up. I'll admit, I don't fill my tank as often as I once did, so it could have been that high for longer than I realize. But, regardless, I was unprepared. And as my palpitations escalated to an uncomfortable level, I was reminded of an e-mail a co-worker sent back in 2008.
On that note, I believe I'll be turning in early tonight. I have ambitious plans for the next two days. I'll be hitting the gym around 6 AM so I can get home and still commit a solid four hours to the manuscript before the March Madness games begin. Last year, I didn't write a word for the duration of the tournament. If I stick to my plan, it will be nice having the afternoons free, and not having the guilt of avoiding my writing.
My blood runs blue this weekend!