First off, hurray for having Toni back! I miss her when she’s not here.
We had our own rehab challenges yesterday. Richie built a wonderful casing for a linen closet for the upstairs call and then we couldn’t get it upstairs. Very frustrating. I think he should saw it in half at the permanent shelf, use that for a bottom and inset a top shelf on the bottom half, then clue and screw them together when they get upstairs. That just gives us a think joining line which will disappear when I put the finish on. C’mon, Richie!
I counted my knit long-sleeve tops. 39. Not counting whatever is in the laundry, not counting my Christmas ones. Except that I’m no longer feeling as Christmas-y as I used to, so it’s not important to wear something festive every single offing day!
I shoved all 39 of the pieces in my drawer (they fit) because it was time to go to bed, but I’ll go through them tomorrow. I think I need to take half of them out. I have about 5 black tops and about 5 cream or white ones. It’s so hard to be brutal. But I bitched like hell about moving my mother’s 32 skirts every time I move her (5 times — sigh, I guess six including after she died) so I need to put my money where my mouth is. I’ll go through the drawer and whittle down. And that doesn’t count any that I happened to hang up.
I need to be brutal.
So I finished the book at a relatively slow back of seven and a half thousand words on monday and eight and a half thousand words on Tuesday, which came out to 39 pages. I always tend to rush through a book, and I’m surprised I didn’t work faster, but it as actually a sane pace for me. I was totally in the zone and not feeling any pressure. So good for me. Now I have to revise it in three days. Yikes!
So it’s snowing outside, I’ve got a cup of tea and a mss. and life is good. I’m not going to worry about all the things that could cause me anxiety. I’m not going to worry about being haunted (it happened last night as well). I don’t know if I went into detail about the hauntings but I will another time.
Gotta make bread and brownies for the church bake sale, go see a play read-through tomorrow night, but apart from that I’m good. It’s snowing all the time and it’s going to get bitter cold, but on Monday at 8 am someone is coming to help me clean! Oh, joy! Oh, rapture!
I’ve been chewing on the bad wolf (or dining with him, taking your pick) by worrying that everyone will have a good time at Disney, when really, it matters that I have a good time at Disney, which I always do. It’s for my 65th, and while bringing my grandson is a major joy it’s actually more up to his parents and we’ll probably split up. And I get to see Kaim, who’s not coming home for Christmas (a first). So I intend to have a fabulous time and everyone else can have a fabulous time as well. But it’s not up to me.
Good wolf is cheering madly so I don’t have to gnaw on him. Besides, he’s young and tender, not old and gnarly, so he’d be tastier. But he gets to bounce around like a puppy and yip in excitement that I’m being so sane.
But first I have to revise the book. And giveaway 18 shirts.