Playing Catch-Up
I always start writing a blog post by coming up with the title. Even though I know what I want to write about, the title gets me in a better frame of mind and can sometimes help keep me on track with the topic. Not this time. As soon as I wrote the title, I thought about "Catch-Up" and my brain went to ketchup. As a kid, I loved ketchup. It went on my hot dogs and hamburgers, and I'd always dip my French fries in some. But in my teens, after I developed a like for mustard, I lost my taste for ketchup and went for more than 40 years without reaching for the red sauce. But now that DW and I gather with friends every Tuesday for Trivia Night at The Jolly Taxpayer, in our neighbourhood, we've gotten into the habit of splitting a wrap with fries. There's a side ramekin with ketchup, and I've once again started dipping my fries. And now, I want fries. But this blog post isn't about French fries or ketchup: it's about playing catch-up. Specifically, wh...
