I must have changed clothes a dozen times today. I got up and went to yoga; came home and changed into clothes for business lunch; got home from that with a little unexpected extra time so I changed into gardening clothes and got the roses pruned (though not fed, because the wind! my goodness! it is fierce and horrible and would have blown the rose food into the next county!); time to go to the chiropractor so I had to change out of the muddy gardening clothes; from there to a swim (swimsuit, you know); and then after that a shower and clean clothes…
Well no wonder I’m tired. 🙂
In between all that I was going to just fire off a short story to a market, but I hadn’t looked at it in a while so I opened up the file and saw that it needed a bit of a polish…well, it’s polished, all right, several hours later and 500 words shorter, and the ending just doesn’t work at all, so I sent it off to Mark for feedback and advice, and I’m pondering what it needs…it’s a good story, I think, except it doesn’t SAY anything. It’s a story without a story.
AND I did a ton of real estate research-work, AND I did a small freelance job, AND I moved large piles of yard debris out of its various scattered places into a single pile (all that wouldn’t fit into the yard waste bin, which fills up so darn fast, even though they’re now collecting them every week), AND I think I must have done six or seven other things but I can’t remember them now. Brain is ded.
I wish the wind would stop! It doesn’t even die down at night. The windows are rattling and the stove-vent is clattering and everyone’s trash cans blew up and down the street today and my storm door was almost flung off its hinges when I opened it. Bleh. Enough!