My big accomplishment for the day has been cleaning the kitty litter.
All right, that’s not entirely true. I wrote most of a new chapter and am working on another one. I’m at about 72.5K and would like to reach 75K on the book this evening. Donno if it’ll happen, but at least I’m still writing.
We went shopping yesterday and somehow the butter did not make it home. In fact, it didn’t even make it onto the shopping receipt. I should probably go buy some butter.
The astute among you will notice I haven’t yet posted any pictures from the weekend. I’ll get to it, honest. I did, however, get Petite to 31st level today, my reward for finishing a chapter. Unfortunately, this will not be useable as a reward again for weeks, because it takes For. Freaking. Ever. to level at this, er, level.
I am quite ready to stop being as pudgy as I am. Unfortunately, this requires some discipline on my part, and I’ve misplaced my discipline somewhere. Let’s go back to this wife concept. I need a wife who will provide me with sensible meals and not let me go eat cookies whenever I want. And who will make me go to the gym. Maybe Trent is right. I need a personal assistant. Or some discipline. A personal assistant sounds better.
I called to look at a house today, which is to say, I called today, but didn’t look at the house. Anyway, the guy asked if we had kids, and I said no, and that was good because there’s a break in the wall and little kids could fall down into the water, and then he asked if we had work references and I said well, I didn’t, as I was a self-employed author, but my husband did, and before I got that far he was saying we sounded like just exactly the tenants they wanted, so let’s hope it’s just exactly the house we want.
I’ve spent about an hour on this post, between one thing and another. I’m guessing I won’t be hitting 75K tonight…