Look at poor Rolf sitting there. Every day, he comes out of the villa, perches on the cliff, positions his fingers over the keyboard, and stares out to sea, waiting, hoping, for my yacht to pull into view.
He never goes in the pool, he never rides the jet skis….all he wants to do is get to work on How Not To Act Old, The Book.
But does it ever happen? No. And why not? Because you’ve all been taking too much of my time. A blog post here, a story in Money Magazine inspired by HNTAO there…. ….why, this very minute, I’m overdue at a wine tasting for my friend Gail Belsky’s new book on how to shake up your life.
Never fear, Rolf. As of right now — okay, well, right after the wine tasting — I’m going to shake it up myself. I am casting off the daily demands of the workaday world and hurrying to our retreat far from the madding crowd where it will be nothing but work work work in order to get the mostly-new and entirely-fabulous book version of How Not To Act Old ready to be published by Harper Collins in August.
Till then, dear readers, try not to yell into your cell phones or overindulge your email habits. If you’re older than our new President, don’t admit it. And if you slip up, don’t worry, Rolf and I will start blogging again next summer, and when the book comes out in August, it will solve all your acting-old problems, and much much more.