Saturday I was up way too early. Or maybe I went to bed way too late on Friday. Either way, I got up a little after 6:00 because I was awake and had to answer nature’s call. And since I needed to be up and dressed by 9:00 there was no sense in going back to bed. (I know me. I’d have laid there checking the time every twenty minutes and wouldn’t have slept anyhow.)
Why did I have to be up and dressed by 9:00? Because my roommate ordered a lasagna and it was being delivered somewhere between 9:00 and 11:00. (The one day all week when I actually get to sleep in…)
My brain pretty much shut down before it was even open that day, and nothing except my 100 words and some snippet comments got done. Well, and laundry. Laundry always gets done.
And I hurt all over. I swear school buses were designed be sadists.
Sunday was pretty much a repeat of Saturday. I may have been a little less achy, but not any more ambitious.
Next weekend is a three-day weekend for me – well, three and a half as there’s an early dismissal on Friday. Will it be any more productive than this weekend? Doubtful.
But I remain hopeful.
And tonight I wrote 200 words for Song and Shadow.
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