Don’t think that out loud

Do you ever have one of those days when you think "Wow, I’m glad I did that (whatever thing) yesterday. That means I can just take it a bit slower today and relax a bit."

Don’t think that out loud. It is like tempting fate.

I spent a lot of time hurrying through my Tuesday afternoon because I was cognizant of the fact I had done something different Monday to make things easier.

It can all be summed up by a cute little sign the secretary at the elementary school I attended had on her desk. I remember being faintly disgruntled by it as a sixth grader, when I helped out in the office over the lunch period. I found the grammar of it annoying. But now it makes so much sense.

"The hurrier I go, the behinder I get," it said.

Yep, that was how I felt Tuesday.

Actually, it is still Tuesday, since I am writing this while waiting for "Glee" to come on. It is a sick addiction, but an addiction nonetheless.

Anyway, we’ll see what Wednesday brings. I’m supposed to be in court Wednesday morning, but those things have a habit of changing last minute, which means I may have to wing my day. Again. Good thing I’m not an auto pilot addict. You can’t cover crime and courts and coast on auto pilot.

On the bright side, I had an interesting interview with an interesting young man this afternoon in Slayton after I zoomed back from a press conference in Spirit Lake.

The young man’s name is Mark York, and he is going on a great adventure next month. Check out Monday’s Daily Globe and I’ll tell you all about it.