January 24th, 2021

mood - pooped puppy: angstchic

I wasn't joking about needing more time

I'm two challenges behind at Snowflake Challenge, but I just don't have the motivation to work on them. I've been consumed with so much stuff in the past few days - still working on galleys, organizing tax information, reorganizing the kitchen, dealing with The Body Shop stuff, tons of laundry, hot soaks at night because my pain has been pretty bad since Wednesday, trying to hold off this cold that keeps creeping up - that I don't want to even think about anything too demanding. Writing? What's that? I don't even know why I call myself a writer anymore, to be honest.

In good news, my 72 y/o mother is due to get her first covid vaccination on Thursday, while my favorite aunt and uncle (her older sister and brother-in-law) get theirs on Monday. It's a weight off my shoulders. I worry about them all the time and there's nothing I can do because they're in Michigan and I'm in California. So this is a relief.

And now I'm off to switch yet another load of laundry, have some tea, then run a bath. At least I can read in the bath.