They say Thursday is the new Friday. At least it was yesterday, except trying to shut down the 9 to 5 at a reasonable time proved nearly impossible. Everyone cultured my hours, asking additional questions, and wanting to know my planned schedule for my four-day weekend. I told them I would be eternally grateful if they could hold down the fort and only contact me in case of a dire emergency. I am sure one will manifest. One always does. Whether I respond remains to be seen.
The linen closet shelves look pretty, and I can’t wait to apply the final coat of paint. My project to install self-liners in the rest of the kitchen cabinets got sidetracked. The weather outside was gorgeous, and I took my heat vent sanding party to the patio. The guest list RSVPs for the barbeque are rolling in, and so far, I have received only acceptance, no regrets. My menu is now final, and I started compiling my shopping list. Every day we inch one step closer to the grand project’s completion.
Even with the hustle and bustle, I didn’t forget my number one priority. My habits are strong, and writing a little every day is my secret weapon. Yesterday I wrote 215 words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer