Okay, that's better. Except for missing going down to the house this weekend (drat *g*) due to an expected 3-6 inches of snow, I'm feeling less stressed. Looking forward QUITE a bit to getting back to writing the BOOK. Argh! I've been stuck in chapter nine for so long!
My final didn't start last night till 7:15, so Birdie did some last minute shopping stuff, like returning the tools that I got her for Christmas. (Hey, she SAID she wanted them.) She went to K-Mart, where I bought them, got the money and drove across the street to Sears (where I wouldn't have gone in anyway) and bought MORE tools than I gave her for LESS money. Huh. Damn, she's good. She gave me back the receipt and told me to return one of the tools because she found a better set for less at Sears. *grin* Then she was waiting in the hall when I finished, doing her Christmas cards.
Tomorrow she leaves Indy at about a quarter to 9, which is way better than the typical 6:30 flights. Bleh. So, I'll probably be back to town around noon, where I'll have to stock up on bird food, beer and white bread (shhhh, don't tell her). Then I'll go see I Am Legend and come home. It's supposed to start snowing overnight Friday, so it'll be a winter wonderland Saturday, and there I'll be, STUCK with beer and cats and a woodstove and DVDs and nowhere to go. If the electricity goes out? I'll stick batteries in the mini tv, and watch only ONE movie in my new portable DVD player. (Till the battery runs out. *g*)
This is actually one of the (many) reasons I was stressed yesterday. I always feel guilty about enjoying my time alone, and I'm both dreading Birdie leaving and anxiously awaiting some quality alone time. Most of the time she's gone I'll be really busy, but there are a few days I'll have for my own, and I *will* make the most of it.
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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Go to the movie, then get the beer. You don't want frozen bread (or beer!).
Ewww, white bread?!
Don't feel guilty. We all need time alone. You've been together a long time, but you're still two different people. Everybody needs privacy. I'm looking forward to my retreat in January. Not because I don't love my sweetie, too -- I just need that time, too.
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