Another Manic Monday, as the Bangles say, complete with a crazy job schedule and more driveway drama. The 2-4 inches of predicted snow materialized as 3 inches, covered by an inch of freezing rain. The result was a slushy, crunchy, slippery disaster waiting to happen. One thing changed yesterday, and I welcomed warmer temperatures that climbed above thirty-two degrees. Snow shovels don’t move ice and slop, so I swapped it in favor of a flat blade and got to work.
As I finished my thankless task, the sun broke through the gray clouds, the wind blew, and the cement dried. A lake has formed at the end of the drive. Mountains created by the plow cover the storm sewer and impedes the flow. I didn’t have the energy to cut a channel to the drain, to let the water escape. It looks like I have a project for Tuesday.
No matter the challenges and the obstacles blocking my way, I maintain the item at the top of my list as a non-negotiable. Yesterday I wrote 396 words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer