Ever felt pressed? What comes out when you’re squeezed? Have to admit, after a frustrating morning, tears slid down my cheeks over the last straw. After shoving away the anger, blame, and complaints. But I’m better now.
Taking a moment to reorganize priorities helps. At long last, the conversion to my new email service is complete. I’ve learned the new system—at least enough basics to send the monthly newsletter.
Watching a video helped. Sailed me through the rough patches and helped to avoid potholes. Now recruiting for my book launch starts in earnest.
Amid my work woes, I took a break and went shopping with my mama. We commandeer the largest dressing room in whatever store, and she tries on the clothes I bring, and vice versa. We decide which garment works best with our coloring—and we’re often surprised at how things shake out.
A very pleasant timeout. My husband hurt his knee tamping dirt into a hole while metal detecting. I knew something was wrong when he called my phone at 6:45 a.
m. I was already upstairs, but Dave wasn’t climbing stairs that morning. Around lunch time, he was getting around carefully.
Otherwise, he pretty much stayed in his recliner alternating heat and cold on his knee. In all honesty, he’s quite motivated to get past it. He mostly works for our son these days and doesn’t like to miss or get behind, and I’m not a particularly good nurse.
I spent a day working on the last book in my series, then switched to book launch prep. Recru.