I was dragging my feet yesterday, getting ready for work. It’s no fun working on a Saturday, but someone has to do it. 😉 Anyways, by the time I left out the door, I knew I’d cut my drive time awfully close. The weather was unseasonably warm, so people were driving strange. I’m not sure why people drive differently when it’s nice out in the winter, but it happens all the time. I didn’t factor the weather into my drive time like I do when there’s fog out or snow on the ground. Not good. Then, I had to stop for a train. It seemed like it was the longest train ever, but my perspective was probably skewed. Anyways, by the time I got to work, I was grumbly and mad at myself for not leaving the house earlier. I hate being late. I was not a fun person to be around. And then…I realized I’d looked at my schedule wrong. I was early, too early to start my shift. It was like someone had hit the restart button on my day. I had time to clear my head and change my attitude. Always a good thing!
I made a pilgrimage to my local hardware store, ACO. I love hardware stores. I love the smell of them. I love looking at all the stuff! There’s nothing but potential inside. I love that! You never know what you’ll find.
I bought a new address book, a Farmer’s Almanac, because I’m weird like that, some new stationary, and…72 skeins of embroidery floss. I have NO idea if the floss is any good or not, but I usually pay around a dollar a skein and ACO was selling 36 packs of floss for $4. I probably couldn’t use up this much floss in a lifetime, but I shall try. He! He!
On a completely unrelated note, last night’s writing went really well. I got in 45 minutes worth of novel time, that’s nine days of novel writing in a row. Still dealing with Chloe and her father’s death. It’s not a fun chapter, but I’m steadily working through it. One of my co-worker’s lost their brother on Thursday. That’s 4 deaths in 5 weeks. Part of me wants to stomp my feet and say “to heck with this!” There’s too much death in real life to be writing about it. But then…that’s why I wrote this book in the first place. I wanted to write a book that deals with the realities of grieving and whatnot. It’s not all sadness. My strange humor is thrown there, too. I can’t seem to write anything without that!
Have a great day!