It is now 6:30 PM on Monday night and there are two scans running on my computer which is slowing everything down. It's a wonder the damn thing doesn't crash, but I digress. . . .
I have a stray horse in my yard. Most people have stray dogs, but I pick up strays of every kind, so it's not surprising that I would have one of the equine variety. Actually, she's visited us before, so I know where she belongs, I just don't have the time or the inclination to take her home. My DH is gone to his financial planning class and people are calling to find out if it's too late to turn in their Boy Scout pizza orders. I have no idea, but I have to finish Hero tonight because I won't have time to work on it again before it's due on Wednesday. I worked last night and got up early to add a couple of things. In the process, I screwed up my Microsoft Office Word's capability to turn this: -- into a nice, smooth dash. I was literally pulling my hair out, just like Trag does.
I finally gave up and went to the barn, discovered the stray, decided not to do anything about her (she's doing just fine out there grazing in the part of the yard we call No Man's Land) then I came back and figured out how to fix the dash problem. Then I fixed and ate dinner, trying to avoid fat and carbs (which is really hard to do). I left the dishes in the sink because the dishes from yesterday aren't dry yet. Sam thinks we need to clean the house tonight and told me I should vacuum, but he's not going to clean the bathroom until tomorrow. Now, I ask you, IS THIS FAIR???
I need to write this and several other blogs because I'm going to that INRWA retreat this weekend and I don't know if I'll be able to blog from there. I'm on WR on Sunday and Casa Authors on Saturday. I have no idea what to write about, but Donna sent me some great pictures of Cody Cummings doing what he does best (showing off his dick). Too bad I can't use them on those blogs.
One of them is him in a police uniform. My question is: Where was he when my car got smashed? If he had been the one to respond to my call and write up the report, I would have felt so much better about the whole thing. As it is, I'm still driving the truck and I took the car in a week ago. I got the check from the insurance company for that little hit and run fender bender today, which will cost $1500, of which I have to pay $500. Right now, all I really want to do is get drunk and watch Casablanca, but I have to write.
I know what you're thinking, and you're absolutely right: these are minor, piddly-shit details that are a part of everyone's life. But this is what happens when you have a deadline. The shit literally hits the fan. Or maybe it just seems that way.
And I just remembered that it's Veteran's Day and I don't have anything patriotic to post.
No, wait, I have him here somewhere. . . .
Ahhhh. . . . There he is!
That's MUCH better!
Happy Veteran's Day!