April 4

William Henry Harrison died on April 4. And Martin Luther King, Junior, too–not trying to slight anyone. But it’s too easy to recall Harrison’s end days: sworn in on March 4, died a month later when Henry Clay chopped off his head with Tecumseh’s battle axe. Or something like that.

April 4 and still no daily journal prompt-type thing. And it turns out I wasn’t doing March 29’s prompt yesterday: it was March 28’s. I’m just pedantic enough for that to be a big deal. So back to March 29’s: “You remind me of.”

There is no “you” here to remind me of anyone/anything right now. 7:20 PM and still at work, mostly to avoid the pink tree gawker traffic that irritated me yesterday.

They’re just pink trees, for pete’s sake. Not that I’m jaded again today.

Also I’m still at work because the stuff I’m doing now I can do either place: the blogification and the journalizing and the whatnot. That’s not entirely good. Being at the computer all day at work and then a few more hours at home has indeed helped both my work writing and my personal writing, but I haven’t yet developed a reliable system for not wasting so much time online. You know, something like reminding myself that I’m an adult by saying, “Hey, Dumbass–cut back on the looking up of random William Henry Harrison facts and finish that letter on the Assistance to Firefighters Grant Program.”

Eh. Maybe I’m grousing for nothing. I got the letter done and sent off to every fire chief in our congressional district. And I found out that, back in the day, only tall Ohioans like William Henry Harrison were called “Buckeyes.” Now the term refers to any ol’ clown from Ohio–including me.

I remind me of a guy who piled up a big stack o’ crapola on his desk on Friday, declaring that this week’s congressional recess would afford him time to clean it up. Hain’t happened yet. But I did get those fire chief letters out! I’ll hang my hat on that today and call ‘er a win.