Irresolute

This morning, I emailed a client, informing him that "questions will be published in the aforementioned manner forthwith", and was rather pleased with the turn of phrase. However, I soon became worried that there could be a comma before the "forthwith" or even that the words would have looked nicer in a different order. After a few intense minutes of ruminating over "forthwith published", I was forced to ask myself whether being quaint was worth this much trouble - could that one happy moment after I clicked on "send" ever justify the perplexity, disappointment and self-questioning which ensued? At least it provided an apt, albeit convoluted, metaphor for my recent attempts at romantic liaisons, and the thought of this lightened my mood again.

Which brings me back to resolutions, only one of which has so far been carried out.

Still, there are worse things than not having sex, not getting enough sleep and having as one's sole consolation a drawer full of clean socks: not everyone has as a consolation a drawer full of clean socks.