You know, it’s funny. Today I’ve gotten more done than I have in two weeks–bathroom is cleaned, side bed is weeded, nandina is pruned, elevator pitch is brainstormed over, longer book summary is brainstormed over, some of the kitchen is picked up, dinner is made and eaten, and I’m going to do my taxes here in a second.
It’s one of those things where you just don’t realize how shitty you’ve felt–I mean, I whined about it, but it certainly wasn’t the worst cold I’ve ever had–until you feel good again. Now I’m all sore and happy.
It’s funny. I’m starting to really feel like this is a book, a good book. Maybe not the greatest book ever. But it’s a plausible project someone might want to publish. And people are enjoying reading it.
So, that’s cool.
Also, at this late moment, Mrs. Wigglebottom has taken up digging holes. I hope I remember that when I’m old, that you might as well go ahead and try the shit others seem to enjoy. Looks like you have the time.
Now that she’s got this hole digging nonsense down, I can only hope she’ll take after the moles. Or, hell, dig out the tunnels so the cats can take after them.
God, that would be awesome.