It's not my fault, I inherited it from Dad
For several years during our childhood, my dad painted houses for a living. No, that's not my dad in the picture. I have no clue who this guy is. My dad would never have been caught dead wearing socks like that. Please!
But, I digress. Dad was a fantastic house painter who didn't scrimp on prep work, materials or his time. Every job got his professional best.
But, guess who's house never got painted? Yep, that would be ours. He almost got there. I distinctly remember three of the four sides of our house with fresh paint. But that fourth side never made it. It just sat there as the other sides basked in their glory. A bit sad, actually.
It's the dilemma of freelancers and contractors everywhere - we work hard for our clients. We know what needs to be done. We know what recommendations to make. But, there's only so much time in a day. Clients come first.
So, yeah, like my dad, I may not always get around to writing new blog posts here. But also like Dad, I'll always give yours my all. Just sayin'.