if they invented time travel the first thing i’d do would be to go back and give myself a good shoeing. then we’d probably have sex
There have been many times in my life when I’ve wanted to go back in time a few days and punch old-timey Rich in the back of the head. Often on Fridays, while racing to hit a deadline I should really have written by Wednesday, or on Sundays while nursing an empty wallet and a hangover the size of a house (actually that one could be any day).
But sometimes, just sometimes, old-timey Rich comes through for me. On the rare occasion I discover a tenner in a shirt pocket, or log into CMS and discover I’ve already filed the tedious product specs, I could kiss the guy. Today, having called in sick (man-flu update: phlegm production has slowed 30% to re-task for uncontrollable coughing) I discover in the freezer some cheese and bacon grill things. Old-timey Rich just earned himself a hug.