Busy week.
We had the satellite fixed -- hopefully -- so I can do my "community correspondent" gig tomorrow without the satellite conking out at the last minute, like at 8:09 for 8:10 spot. Happened the last time Embarrassing!
So this my mother-in-law is sworn to secrecy. She can't tell anyone to watch because last night it was a wash-out. "But I could tell Joan, couldn't I?"
Sigh.
Abby has recovered from her twig-in-foot injury. A $200 twig as it turns out. And it really was just a twig. It didn't stop her from chasing Archie around the house. Dwayne continues to lament that he lives in a zoo. I'm trying to teach the cat to stand on one the dogs' backs so that I can claim it's really a circus.
A woman who runs an Alzheimer support group that meets monthly contacted me, wants to me meet the group, speak to the members. That came out of the blue. Gave me hope after another rejection that said, "We'd be covering same old ground." Really? Did you not read the part in my query where I said "radically different take?" Perhaps I'm just too radical. Wait, not for a support group.
Sigh.
Wrapped up my house-cleaning sideline today. Will use Thursdays for novel writing. Found myself doing a "What if?" riff today as I vaccuumed and was thrilled. Didn't think I could do the what-if thinking which is kind of important if you're going to write fiction so I'm thrilled that I recreated some plot twists.
Why I stopped using pronouns in that paragraph is beyond me. Also why I don't write at night.
Speaking of which, am going to bed now. Have lost all pronouns and need my beauty sleep for the beauty that is Skype.
Good night.
Who's reading this blog if Aunt Gail is here visiting??