I fully intended to finish the week with a newsletter and a blog, not necessarily in that order. But the best-laid intentions often go askew, and here I am at week’s end with neither blog nor newsletter accomplished.
It’s been a week of meetings: phone meetings, meetings in coffee shops, meetings in bookstores, meetings in restaurants. My brain is full of meeting lint and apparently will not work again until thoroughly cleaned out with either fudge or … fudge.
Hey, there’s an idea! Perhaps I should make some fudge. It won’t make this blog anymore readable or get the newsletter any closer to being sent, but it will make me happy.
To have fudge.
Which is a very happy thing.
I go now to prepare chocolate wonderness.
Wish me luck…




