In a perfect world…
The Yankees would be ahead 2-0
Pizza wouldn’t give me heartburn
Editing would be as much fun as writing
Maple-sucks software would self-immolate
My children would never fight
Editing would not involve trying to find the right verb for two hours
The temperature would not vary by thirty degrees in one day, necessitating
multiple clothing changes.
Stilettos would be as comfortable as Mary Janes
Chocolate would be calorie free
Plumbers would know how to fix the backflow into my basement
In the meantime, I’ll eat chocolate and Tums, wear layers and my Trekker Janes, listen to my daughter complain about Maple, mumble imprecations against the Phillies, pray the basement doesn’t flood, and hope to finish my first edit by Thanksgiving or Christmas. Fat Chance.