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My neighborhood continues to mock me. Here’s another new store that just went up. They don’t really sell fruitcakes, they sell bags. You wouldn’t believe how many bag stores there are. Who is buying all these bags?? How can these stores stay in business? And why can’t they sell something more fun?
Snapshot of My Life at this Moment:
I’m listening to His Yoke is Easy and the sound of trucks and construction of some sort outside my window. I can also hear the steam coming up the pipes. Finney just indicated he would like to jump up onto my lap. BREAKING NEWS: Finney is now on my lap. Haha. Okay, that was fun. (For me.)
God, I have so much to do. Breathe, breathe, breathe. So! How can I goof off?
Yeah. I’ve got four things I’m working on, an article, an NPR piece, things related to the book coming out in March, and a proposal for my next book. The most fun is “things related to the book coming out in March.” Just because it feels so exciting and real and maybe it will sell! Damnit. I forgot something. Five things. I’m researching another article. I’m going to work on one thing a day and just keep rotating. Up today: NPR.
Hey, be grateful. I’ll trade ya “five things.” Yours could be as cool as these:
1. Try to track down European contact for conference two days before Christmas. (Yeah, right!)
2. Laundry
3. Pay bills
4. Hang on phone indefinitely trying to order spiral ham for next weekend
5. Caulk bathtub
🙂 Wanna trade yet?
Ha. But I’ve got stuff like that too, in addition. I’ve been looking into health insurance so far.
I look through those store windows and I feel like Tiny Tim (the one from Dickens, not the one who sang “Tiptoe Thru The Tulips.”)
Exactly, Melinda. I think of that every time!