It’s been something. That’s all. One day the world is spinning, crazy, out.of.control busy. The next big plan: sit and forget.
Claire smacked her head Monday while playing at the day home. A generous goose-egg and a teary-eyed girl were waiting for me when I swept back mid-morning to pick her up. Don’t start thinking it slowed her down any though. She was back up to her daredevil tricks by late afternoon.
I found my iPod. Og! Didn’t I mention that my wonderful daughter had hid it (very well) as a belated Easter game? No? Well, she did. And I spent a full day trying to find the darn thing. Given up, in fact, I’d so thoroughly searched the house and convinced myself that I’d dropped it in some parking lot somewhere. Nope. She had it hidden, and revealed it late Monday afternoon.
My new running clinic starts tomorrow. I’m not going to say much beyond these two things: I’m sort-of ready for it and yet I’m so completely not. Yikes! Half-marathon? Really?
I’ve been very busy not blogging lately. Have you noticed. I just don’t seem to have much time for it these days. Perhaps when summer rolls back around and the air clears. Ha!
The joys of owning property have yielded episode two of last year’s fun. Not only has another pocket gopher (or some other burrowing animal) appeared in the garden, but this morning whilst hauling the garbage out to the front I discovered the same animal has burrowed under the yard somewhere and emerged into one of our window wells. The hunt has begun!
Readers may have noticed I’ve been writing. That is a big part of the reason for lack of blog. It’s tough to blog when one is spending five or six hours per week scripting fiction. That’s the reason I added the automatic cross-post notice (for example) on this blog. Read it if you like. I’m actually getting a solid audience, which is cool.
Only about one more week to get your photochallenge entries in for April. I’m not much for reminders this month, what with still needing to do my taxes and all.
I’ve not yet reached royalty status in the kingdom of twitter quite yet, but with four active accounts with a collective total of nearly a thousand followers (yes, I’m a little obsessed) I’m claiming some kind of place in the royal court, at least. If you’ve read the fiction, though, you’ll understand my claims of research-driven motivation here though.
Now, just before my leechblock kicks in I’ll close this rambling post with