I am a bit out of kilter today, I'll admit.
For one thing my building pass where I am freelancing has expired and I have to wrestle with a burley Puerto Rican security guard in order to get in in the morning.
Then I have to prop open the door with an old award annual if I want to wash my hands or use the facilities.
On top of that, my trusty five-year-old mac has decided to die.
I am rudderless, adrift, kelp-like.
Even writing on Ad Aged, which I usually do first thing in the morning, well today I did it third thing in the morning.
Which means I'm out of kilter.
That said, kilter for me comes easy.
As Gertrude Stein never said "A QWERTY is a QWERTY is a QWERTY."
I am at home in front of a keyboard. And I know I can solve most any communication problem with an adroit combination of words.
That's what I'm paid to do.
I'm not paid to write this blog.
But it does help me stay in fighting trim. If I were a boxer it would be my equivalent of six rounds facing a journeyman light-heavy with a strong right cross.
Speaking of boxing, it's been said most boxers live life believing they are one punch away from something. One punch away from their name in lights and a Sports Illustrated cover.
The trouble is, they're always one punch away.
Of course, I'm one punch away, too.
One punch away from flooring someone at Apple if I can't get my computer fixed.