Surgery Day. Well, I don’t want to write about that. I’ve wrapped the Christmas presents, caught the laundry up, and mopped the kitchen floor. I sent out queries. I tried not to eat every edible thing in the house, but that hasn’t gone so well. I’m a stress eater. My financial affairs are in order, or at least better than nothing. I’ve told everyone I love them, or I’m doing it here. I love you; I care about you; and at the very least I respect you. Pass that on.
I have a stack of books lined up to read during recovery. I should be writing, but I’m too nervous at the moment. Writing should start back up once I can handle my laptop being in my lap. I also have some archeology dvd’s that are guaranteed to put me to sleep. Finally, I have a stash of chocolate. I think I’m set.
Beta readers are reading my middle grade book. Exciting! I went outside and watered all the trees and bushes and some lawn due to our areas warm, dry weather. It doesn’t seem like winter. I have a feeling, as much as I like this weather, we’re going to pay for it later. I lined up a neighborhood kid to shovel my walks just in case it does snow.
I’m out of things to write about. No subjects come to mind except the election in Alabama, and I’m not going to comment on that! My brain has frizzled into a befuddled puddle. Perhaps after surgery, it will regain its former shape.
and so it goes…