get up early, still up late

better be running

Oh, man.

I got up before the sun….before the rooster….and I’m still running late.

What’s time, though, anyway?

It’s just something we made up to sell more watches…..right?

We have a tremendous load of packages to deliver today…..like, really tremendous.

Not “tremendous” like something to be excited about….I mean “tremendous” like treacherously huge….horrible….unscalable and ….really pretty yucky.

That was just what had come in at the end of the day….it doesn’t include anything and everything that will come in on the morning’s truck.

In light of all that….what’s my hurry?

Hurrying to get to that is kind of like looking for a fire to run into so that I could perform a heroic act in a vacant building.

Those packages aren’t going anywhere…..and I really don’t want to be anywhere near them.

But…that is my job.

That is what I do.

So….I’ll slam down some hot (AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! HOTTTTTTTTTTT!!! TOOOOOO HOTTTTTTT!!!) coffee….finish typing the blog and hope that the spell check feature does what it’s supposed to do….and go to work to try and dig out from all the Christmas materialism.

“Christmas materialism”…..that kind of Scroogey….Grinchy.

I’ll get the packages to the people who ordered them…because to them, they’re important.

That’s how I would want my mailman to approach the situation, at least.

Man….how can you feel behind when you’re up before anybody else?

That’s some crazy stuff, that.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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