Today (Wednesday), I awoke to an alarm for the first time since school ended in June. One of the perks of having an older child is that I don’t need to get up with her in the summer. She can get herself up and make herself breakfast. So I have not set my alarm for a couple of months.
This morning I did, and I didn’t care for it. Too dark out. But I dragged myself out of bed, got dressed, downed a fruit cup, and was off to the races.
Setting up for the teacher’s breakfast to welcome them back to school.
Running home to feed my broken-ankled child and myself breakfast.
Going back to school to clean up after breakfast.
Coming home and going for my 2.5 mile daily walk before the bad weather set in.
Vacuuming most of the house.
Running to the store for grocery pickup, then unpacking and putting it all away.
Finishing vacuuming the house.
Making and eating dinner.
I finally got to sit down and relax and…
Tornado warning! Tornado warning extended! Flash flood watch! Tornado-in-immediate-area-take-shelter-now-did-you-not-get-the-first-two-warnings?!
So, some time in our under-the-stairs closet, since we have no basement.
Lots of texting with my folks, who were alternately hiding in their crawlspace and sweeping water that was coming in from their patio out the garage.
The worst has passed, although it is still raining, so the flood watch is still in effect.
What a wild way to welcome in September!
In other news, I now only have 2 chapters of my genealogy book to proofread and index. My daughter hopefully will be off her crutches tomorrow. And Zippy the fish is still alive, but I am just waiting for him to pass, as he is not looking or acting well at all.
I Barely Blinked… CoronaLife Day 922
How is it blog time already? I feel like I just wrote the last one yesterday!
That “clear week” I thought I had to write last week? I have no idea where it went.
I got no writing done.
My Board of Ed duties and medical stuff ate up many more hours than I expected, which left me too frazzled and scattered to focus on my writing.
I am approaching some of the more difficult edits in Veritas, so I need some solid quiet time to be able to think these things through on the page.
And, no, I was not avoiding the edits through creative procrastination (this time).
I am actually eager to tackle these edits, as I am confident I can improve the story as I barrel toward the end. I am about 85 pages from the end, so I can feel it!
Once I finish these edits, I have farther to go. I will have to re-read it again for continuity. I also have other, smaller threads I want to weave in.
Then I have an entire craft book to read, to see if I can (or have) incorporated the ideas in that book, as suggested by my editor.
Will I get to this in the coming week?
No. No, I will not.
Why?
BOOK FAIR!!
My favorite event, creating and encouraging readers.
Veritas will wait one more week.