Is it Monday?

Quote of the Day:
When a woman pulls on a great pair of boots, she not only walks differently—she behaves differently.
–Catherine Wilson, Harper’s Bazaar

Is it Monday already? Crikey, where does the time go?

This weekend flew by. Since I stayed up so late on Saturday, I was exhausted by the time Sunday night rolled around. Sunday afternoon, the boys went geocaching while I stayed behind and worked on my historical. I’m so close to finishing that thing I can taste it. I did some edits, wrote a few more new scenes, but there are still holes that need to be filled. And I’m really starting to get into it again. I printed the entire manuscript and am slowly, methodically going through it. When I wrote the first draft, I didn’t bother breaking it into chapters (Scener/Pantser) so now I’m going back and doing that as I go. Once I get it all polished, I’m submitting it to Samhain. I think I’ve given up on New York. For now.

When the boys got home, I continued to work since I was on a roll. I could hear Husband watching the football game and Sweetie Boy playing with his cars and trains. Then suddenly – it all got quiet. Turns out, they were both crashed out on the couches! So I took that moment to finish folding and putting away laundry and start dinner.

I made a lovely paprika chicken with scalloped potatoes, garlic bread, and salad. It was tasty.

I crashed directly at 10 last night. Even though I wanted to do more work on the historical, I just couldn’t get my tired brain to think any more. So I knew it was time to hang it up for the night.

This morning came swiftly. Probably because I slept like the dead. I didn’t want to get up…and outside something strange was happening. Small round droplets of water was falling from the sky. I think, and I could be wrong, this would be known as RAIN but I couldn’t say for sure since it’s been a lifetime since we got any around these parts. We were beginning to think we lived in the desert. But finally – it’s raining. Sort of.

It’s still unseasonably warm here. We were in short sleeve shirts yesterday!

Anyway.. time to go. Gotta get to work.

By Michelle

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