Missing One

And so I have already missed one post of my own personal marketable skill challenge . . . err, endeavor . . . Hmmm. Not sure what noun goes there. But not writing has given me something to write about, so once again I can delay what should have been the original post.

Sometime the child will nap and I shall write that post.

And so for tonight we have:

Vague disappointment

A pinch of anxiety, a dollup of dread

Heaping cup of why did I say that

And a bit of . . . here it comes. Remorse.

It's the remorse that I never know what to do with, not in part due to the fact that I don't believe in regret.

I believe the tub is running over.