By 10:30 this morning I'd:
- Thrown in a load of wash
- Worked out at the Y
- Picked up a few things at the grocery store
- Had breakfast
- Got my hair colored
- Made a deposit at the bank and set up online banking for myself
- Set up an appointment with the allergist
- Gotten a flu vaccine, and
- Fielded a call from work
The rest of the day was no less busy, which was par for a week that included 24 hours lost to food poisoning, too many hours in the office, an evening out with Katz to celebrate our anniversary, time put in on a play-writing project with a deadline, and a major house cleaning effort as we prepare for house guests (son BJ and a (girl) friend) and a work party.
This is my life and my excuse for not blogging and for not working on my book. I've got to stop the madness somehow or chapters seven-and-up will never get done.
I'm starting to think it's not going to happen.
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Dear Peggy,
If you think it won't get done -- it won't. Don't let us down.
Love,
Mary
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