It's actually been an unbelievable semester. I cannot believe the number of horrific things that have happened (horrific from my perspective can be "Badger has fleas!" or "There's a hole in my dress!"). Both of those happened. I stapled my dress (something like this could ruin my century) and continued through the day. Badger had a bath and grooming.
Count one's blessings . . . I told Pelugia last evening that the reason I was usually so imperturbable was that when the worst thing that you think could ever happen to you happens, it's difficult to get worked up about the things most people obsess over. However, it's still just as easy to fret about idiotic things like the whole in my dress, Badger's fleas, or the fact that I was so tired last week I actually forgot to zip up my trousers (yes, at SCHOOL).
The world is turning again - and again. However, we might wish for what we want -- we might get it! I always wanted to live near the water, and now I am! When I was very young, all I wanted to do was be a writer. I am. I pictured myself as a high-powered professional woman with a lot of things going on when I was at the unimaginable age of 45. This is actually true -- but of course what we picture as children -- it's never that way in real life.
I don't know how much I'll get done on book two this weekend, but I'm going to do as much as I can. I have a lot of "feelings" percolating so this would not be a good time to blow things off. Fires again as well - one off the 405, which was closed last night. And I'm doing a thing called Quillpill, which is like Twitter for stories.
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Can't believe it -- there's one of the stock bloggers who must have been in my classes! She's covering all the Fast Food Nation bases, Morgan - and even - TEMPLE GRANDIN. This probably should be a WTF??? But anyway, more power to Carol Vinzant - really cool article, although I don't think she's going to convince McDo's to drop the squishy bun, onion nibs, or chin-burnin' pickles.