Still on vacation: writing like crazy for a Friday deadline. Two books that need editing yesterday. Two other articles sitting in the wings. Dealing with emergency student issues even when I'm supposed to be sipping a drink out on a quiet beach this week. Still living amidst boxes and pictures that need to be hung up. I can't get Otis' pills down him--never saw a cat who could spit out pills like he can.
On the good side: I love my house, my husband, my job (most of the time), and writing. I love writing at home in my recliner with my cat begging for handouts. I love hearing Gil's key in the door at 5:30, and rushing to meet him. I like making cookies when Stepdaughter #1 comes in, and seeing her carefully guarded nonchalant face break into a grin when I hand her a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies.
I'm tired. Going to bed.
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