This too shall pass

[rolanni]

Monday. Sunny and jeez it's cold.

Got up at Stoopid O'clock, drank tea with the Happy Lite. The look! on Rook's face when he realized I was Sitting In The Sun, and immediately jumped up to hold my lap against all comers, which was of course a reverse treat when I needed to get up. Breakfast was the last of the unfrozen broccoli/potato/cheese soup. Lunch was a microwave box of something or nother -- beef and veggies.

Got a little writing done but spent most of my morning wrangling the damn timeline. Went from having too much time not having enough time. Right on Schedule. And it is by These Signs that Ye Shall Know Your Book is Progressing.

Trash and recycling in the garage, awaiting tomorrow's march to the curb. I gave up and put flannel sheets on the bed, and also taped the snow rug to the nonslip backing.

Need to do some banking, then I'm going Round Two with the timeline wrasslin'.

Tomorrow, I have my annual eye appointment in the morning, needlework in the evening, and the post office somewhere in-between. Maybe the grocery, too. I'll check. Not supposed to snow again until late Tuesday. Wednesday is a writing day. Thursday PT in the morning.

Thursday evening is Meet 'n Greet the new town manager in the evening. I wanna talk public transportation. If you're grounded for health or other reasons in this town in winter, you're outta luck. The taxis are even worse now than they were when I was volunteering at the hospital, and it was stupid, then. The mobility bus will stop for you, but only if you call them ahead of time; there's no, like, route. I realize this is not unique to Waterville, but -- damn, it's sad. And don't Uber me. Just -- don't.

How's the week starting out for you?
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So, today started out rocky, but got better as I kept putting one foot in front of the other. Possibly timeline wrasslin' is a tonic.

I do understand how risky it is to say things like this, but -- I think I have a handle on the timing, and there's enough time for the things that need to happen to actually happen, once We All Agreed that That Thing There was not an immovable object. In Point of Actual Fact, there are exactly two immovable objects in this Entire Novel. (I mean, granted, there is one thing that it would hurt to move, but even it isn't immovable, and? It doesn't have to move, so -- go, me.)

In other news, I forgot to call about a haircut again. Sheesh.

I got two cards in the mail today. Clearly, these people are overachievers, and I appreciate their efforts. I do like to get cards.

The coon cats are having Happy Hour, and I should probably get something to eat, being as I'm kinda bushed over here (ref rising at Stoopid O'Clock).

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. I'll check in tomorrow.

Pictures of coon cats here.

Today's blog post title brought to you by OK Go "This Too Shall Pass" with commentary.  The song's OK.  The commentary is hysterical.