I am determined to complete this sampler this month. Yes, I know I have said the very same thing every month since January but this time I really mean it. Of course, if I end up failing to finish this month, I will "really mean it" when I say I'll finish in October. Oh, the lies I tell myself about my ability to stretch time! And for all you serene and placid philosophers who will gently remind me that it is all about the journey and not the destination ... well, all I can say is: I am far too flawed and obsessive and goal-oriented to subscribe to that
nonsense notion. I'd say "Bah, humbug!" or "Damn your eyes!" or some other tasty 18th/19th century Brit type imprecation in reply to the philosophers but that would be insufferably rude. Can you tell that I've been reading [and watching] quite a bit of British fiction lately and some of the quaint phrasing is seeping into my own daily speech. So much more amusing than the bald and overused-to-the-point-of-blandness effing this and effing that. But I digress. And isn't that last sentence a charmingly self-conscious mouthful? Wordplay is such fun!