Time is tight

This is proving to be a difficult week.

Part of the difficulty is keeping up with everyone else's blogs. When I see one I like, I hit the "add blog alert" line. So when the literary bug bites a lot of them, I'm reading a lot and not writing very much.

There just hasn't been a lot of free time lately, either. To wit: Sunday, we left town to visit my mom. A good day. Monday, a busy day at work, then a meeting across the county that should have lasted an hour and wound up at 2 1/2. A local city council, where every minor issue is examined in close detail.

Today, I have another meeting in the early afternoon. At least this one usually doesn't go so long. This evening, unless it gets too rainy (we've had some rain moving through last night and this morning), I'd better get some Little League pictures.

Tomorrow morning, another meeting at 7 a.m. Then, at 9 a.m., I have a doctor's apppointment, where he will ask how I'm doing with my high blood pressure. Insert your own joke here.

Starting Thursday: A "vacation" that is really more like a long weekend. Gone Thursday morning, back home late Saturday night.

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I also managed to get someone on ModBlog mad at me. She had replied to one of my previous posts, and I typed a reply to her.

But instead of hitting "reply to post", I had hit "edit post." So when I hit the Submit button, all of a sudden my words were there instead of hers, under her name.
Alas, there's no Undo button on ModBlog. So I figured the only civil thing to do would be to (A) delete her reply, which I had just destroyed; and (B) write her a note to apologize and ask her to post her thoughts again.

She responded that she was mad, but since she doesn't go to sleep angry, she will forgive me.

Well, maybe she really means that, and maybe she doesn't. I'm not so sure. Time will tell. At any rate, she hasn't reposted what she wrote about what I wrote, and I'm suspecting our blogging friendship has been forever tarnished by my stupid and careless mistake of clicking the wrong button.

Good friendships have blown apart over far lesser things. Except when they do, were they ever really "friendships" to begin with?