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THE DAY And ’nuff said. No writing today (although not entirely true; I nibbled away on the airplane but not enough to get all excited). So…big fat 0. On the other hand, I leave you with this (and watch it…
THE DAY So, again, not writing because the husband has reminded me that we’re on a semi-break to see a kid. (Tomorrow, we’re also traveling, so no writing to happen then either.) It is what it is. Saw a not…
THE DAY Spent getting up very early, traveling, then the rest of the day with family. Saw the Newseum where I’ve never been. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting much but was glad to be proven wrong. Spent most of the afternoon…
THE DAY The day was remarkably without tsuris. That doesn’t mean I slept through the night; woke up a couple of times, but I was also able to get back to sleep pretty quickly, too. No heartburn to speak of,…
THE DAY So I woke up, fretting again and with a raging case of heartburn, in the middle of the night. Took some meds, let the husband try and talk me down. Everything that I’m worrying about–from the deck leak…
THE DAY What can I say? I didn’t exactly wake up terrifically rested because the weather alert system went off a couple times to report tornadoes in other parts of the state. Still, I felt a heck of a lot…
And everything you write is bad. Yes, one of those days. THE DAY In his “Men are Pigs” routine, Tim Allen had this great riff about how his wife would bother him about a clogged disposal. It’s begins about 1:20 in if…
THE DAY Well, the day was about as good to me as I was to it . . . meaning that no day is good unless you find something good in it. Today, I did what I used to: wrote…
THE DAY Not the best writing day, though I expected this, considering that I had already made an arrangement to hang with an archivist at the library. Also slept in longer than I’d intended, although I didn’t toss and turn…
THE DAY Things didn’t start out so hot. I finally dragged out of bed about an hour and a half later than usual because I’d spent over two hours tossing and turning in the middle of the night–again. I really…