So I completely forgot it was Wednesday today.
I could tell you to amuse yourselves, but frankly that’s a little scary.
Let’s say I have found a way to make my self-set deadlines as important as publisher deadlines used to be, and so I’m under the gun on the deadline to get Bowl of Red to the editor. (Yes, the secret is to have another person in whose workflow I fit and whom I can’t screw over by being late. I know, it’s bizarre that this works when nothing else does.)
So– Stuff will get finished in the new year.
The problem — and it’s not a problem for anything but my trying to do two things at once and forgetting this blog which is the third — is that my husband is off today for probably the last time before April. Which means all the unpacking and setting up that NEEDS him will need to be done this week.
So I’m trying, and things like this blog or — I notice I’m getting a dirty look from Havelock — feeding the cats drop away.
Sanity will return after the first. Or at least what passes for sanity around here.