It’s the fourth day of NaNoWriMo and I’m just a hair over par.
For day two.
Yep. Four days in and I’m two days behind. And it’s not likely to get any better until next week.
It’s mostly for a happy reason, though.
On Monday my roommate and I went to meet a couple dogs at a shelter and put in an application to adopt them. I said that I really hoped we’d be approved and the woman said that she was pretty sure we would be.
We had to stop at Wal Mart on the way home so I could get some stuff I needed for supper, and while we were there we picked up collars and leashes and dishes. (And I can neither confirm nor deny the rumors that some toys and treats may or may not have ended up in my cart.)
Tuesday we got word that we had been approved, which triggered a mad rush to get the house dog proofed before we pick them up this coming Tuesday. (I’d love to get them sooner but
- a) the dog-proofing thing
- b) I’m off on Tuesday and Wednesday and my roommate is off on Thursday next week so there will be someone home with them for the first three days.
(I’m not sure how I’m going to get any writing done while getting the dogs settled in to a new home, but I’m going to try.)
Anyhow, Tuesday I had to go in to work for a mandatory in service (days off are a myth apparently — they seem to think they own my free time too) so I stopped at the courthouse on the way home and got their licenses.
And now I’m back at work through Monday, which limits my time. And I’m meeting a friend for lunch at eleven o’clock today, then go to work. The weekend, of course, will be taken up with blog hopping. (And I still need to do last Sunday’s blog hop before this week’s goes live.)
I might get some writing done on Monday. (And I’m going to try to hand write stuff at work to be typed up when I get a chance.)
Then Tuesday it’s up early to vote and go get Jazzy and Riley. Sue has to go to work that afternoon and I’m supposed to go in for another in service but I don’t want to leave them alone so soon after bringing them home. (This one’s not mandatory but we are encouraged to “make every effort” to attend one of the sessions that day. I wonder if they’d mind if I brought the dogs along?)
Then next Tuesday (the 15th) the dogs have their first appointment with my vet.
And that Thursday I have to go in to work early to get my CPR re-certification.
And that takes me up to the release of the new Harry Potter movie.
Four days in to NaNoWriMo and I’m already not sure if I should laugh or cry.
But you know what? I’m totally in love with the dogs, so it’s worth it.
Oh, here they are by the way: Jazzy is the female and Riley is the male. They were “found” together. They’re senior dogs (eleven and twelve) and were probably owned and used by a backyard breeder. (They’re boxers, by the way, and are total loves.)
(The pictures were taken by the shelter.)