Tomorrow Probably

Last night, I was out of pocket until 2 AM.

Which brings me to my first digression: What an unsavory phrase “out of pocket” is. I mean truly, haven’t I been out of pocket since I left the womb? And even then, to refer to my mother’s cavernous baby reservoir as a linty, old “pocket” seems mildly disrespectful. What are we kangaroos, people?

So of course I was out of pocket, but I was also out of town. Since most of my blog posts are done in the evening time, this 5 PM – 2 AM commitment really pu...