Next, I discovered a leak in a pipe under the bathroom sink that had inundated everything I had stored there. Oh no!!
Well, maybe not that bad...
Still, it was a gorgeous fall day, so I decided to take a walk. But before I could say, "Bad dog!" I stepped in you-know-what, compliments of you-know who.
I couldn't figure out why I was so tired by the end of the day. I had to remind myself that, in addition to cleaning up three stinky messes, I had managed to throw in three loads of laundry. I'd done the grocery shopping for the week. I'd weeded, edged and tanbarked along two sides of the house. And prepared supper...
...after which I realized that I hadn't written a single word all day long.
"We are traditionally rather proud of ourselves
for having slipped creative work
in there between domestic chores and obligations.
I'm not sure we deserve such big A-pluses for that."
This week I submitted a chapter to the editor of an upcoming anthology on empowerment for women. By next week I should know how it was received. Wish me luck...