Reading: Storm Front by Jim Butcher
Listening to: unintelligible hushed murmur of the TV in the living room
Working on: revisions and brainstorming
The clock’s ticking again. I’m brain-dead with exhaustion, and the pillow is calling me. I look at the calendar, and days just seem to be flying past, don’t they? I have trouble grasping the fact that April 1st has arrived. That means it’s only six or so more weeks until the big day.
This weekend will be a power-shop for a maid’s dress, but after that, it’ll be time to tackle remaining items on the To-Do list. Some of you know that I’ve done this wee jaunt down the aisle once before. This time, however, things feel much more…complicated. Perhaps it’s just me, but it seems there’s so much more to do.
I can also probably blame my poor ageing brain, too. I’ve probably forgotten much of the former chaos.
I feel so anxious about getting the new life started. I suppose I shouldn’t be worried — it’ll start soon enough. But also, once all of this chaos is done, I can turn my attention back to putting words down on-screen. It’ll be nice to get into a “normal” routine again…