Early Morning

This morning started too damn early at 4:30. We all had to get up to take DH to the airport for his early flight. At least he got to go back to sleep on the airplane. It was all I could do to keep my eyes open on the way home. I settled DS (dear son) down in front of the TV with early morning cartoons while I went and dozed for another 20 minutes. I still made it to work by 7:30, much to my dismay. I dragged my feet as much as I could.

Heard that the big boss was quite upset when he found out I put in my notice. He’ll get over it or he won’t. He ignored me when he was in the office today. Just as well. I’d rather be ignored.

For the first time in I don’t know when I finally feel like myself again. I thought that on the way home. And you know… it feels damn good to get that back. Perhaps my muse deserted me because she was trying to tell me something. She’s slowly starting to come around. Good thing too. I need her back!

It was a pretty good day. After work, I had to run by a friend’s house to pick up some stuff for the baskets I’m making for our RWA chapter conference next month (wow, that was a terrible run on sentence!). She donated some great things for the Celtic basket. I have two done! So relieved. I put the Texas basket together and finished it off. The Celtic basket is done but I have to hot glue the bows I made to the handle. It looks really nice. It was kind of an ugly wicker basket so to pretty it up, I wrapped the handle in nice gold ribbon and made lovely blue and gold bows for the sides. I had so many hardback books that I’ll never really read so I donated them. I’m feeling better knowing that they are almost finished.

Anyway, before I picked up my son, I ended up at the mall. At Nordstrom’s. It was about 5 :00 when I got there and boy was it a madhouse. Tons of customers – mostly teenage girls with their mothers. The nice thing was there were plenty of salesmen wandering around and I was able to snag one right away. I knew exactly what I was looking for, too. I bought the shoes. Only they didn’t have my size. The salesman was all too happy to order them for me and have them shipped to my house. Woohoo! They are my “I got a new job” shoes. Love them. Can’t wait to wear them. This shoe thing is getting bad – I’m like a junkie getting her next fix. I can’t help it – I love shoes. If I’m ever rich enough, I want one closet just devoted to them with a back-lit wall so when they’re lined on the shelf, you can clearly see what they are. Gaw, I’m sick.

Got a new subscriber to the romance serial today. It was a freebie though, so no earnings but at least it’s one. I should be writing but I’m about to crash. I have a raging headache and if I don’t lay down now I’ll be sorry.

By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.