Sat, 7 Jan

Oops. I missed the 6th. It’s quite a thing, to forget about the thing you were excited to do every day before even one full week has elapsed. It’s ironic because yesterday I got Oliver Burkeman’s newsletter saying how most resolutions have failed by the 6th, yet I somehow did not foresee how that might apply to me.

In my defense, I was spending my day worried about everything: my daughter’s birthday occurring under my nose even though I have to work, my dog’s wretched skin disease, the fact that the post office has definitely lost the entire manuscript plus two-page handwritten letter I tried to send on Thursday (still no sign of it on tracking), how much work I need to do for my press, how many emails I haven’t replied to from my authors, how I could be dealing with all of that if I didn’t have a job, how I have a ton of stuff I nevertheless need to do for that job.

We’ve decided to give the children pocket money. It looks like the whole world knew about HyperJar before I did.