Ahhh, some days I’m gold. Others, not so much. Today, is the not so much side of things. Spent Saturday moving stuff out of my mother in laws house – since she fell a couple of months back she has not been able to recover enough to go home with anything short of 24 hour care and will likely never do so again, so the process of clearing has commenced. My everything hurts. I’m not worth the penny I’d need for wishin at the well.
I did manage to get some time in my writing cave this weekend, but sadly once there, I lacked the focus to be productive. What I did get done were mindless things with the single exception being the image for a game that needed to get announced…that took a couple of hours. If you know me at all, you know image work is so far beyond my realm…a couple hours is actually pretty good for me.
And now it’s Monday again. I’m back jumping hoops and such for work, chasing my maintenance worker to get some ‘stuff’ to deal with mice since I’ve now seen two in the building ( I DO NOT DO MICE), and playing phone and text tag with medical personnel who have left my mind reeling from the absolute absurdity of the requests they are making. I am LOGIC driven…I cannot do stupid, panic, or “I don’t know”…it’s not in my DNA. That they have known FOR WEEKS about an upcoming surgery and have pissed away the time, but now want a battery of exams and tests has me seething.
The forecast for the next 10 days says that this is the last good one before the storms start rolling through, and I’m actually really hopeful for them to get here ahead of schedule. I love a good thunderstorm. Even better if there’s some good wine or an old scotch, some smooth jazz, and a cigar involved. 🙂 🙂 I can totally get involved in the zone out. Sadly, I’ll be at work most of the time and that just puts a quick damper on it all.
Wednesday in the exception. My daughter graduates Wednesday morning and that is something I can be excited for. She’s nearer to her goals and ready to ship out. This soon to be Blue Star Mom is so proud it’s near epic. I’ll post pics and stuff when I can. For now, I should probably get off my pity pot, hitch up and ride this rodeo pony. Goodness knows, it isn’t going to come to me.