February 27, 2009
A few minutes into our daily sit at the Tricycle offices, I remembered something terribly important that needed to be taken care of, and soon. It was so important, in fact, that I considered getting up from the cushion and attending to it. Did it have to do with my flight this evening to Detroit, where I'm visiting family for the weekend? An art permissions request gone terribly wrong for the upcoming Summer 2008 issue? The mattress being delivered to my apartment this afternoon? I'm not sure. But I do know that I'll be reminded shortly.