Mondays have a reputation. They've even had their own song. If you're an 80s chick like me, you remember: 'Just another manic Monday, wish it was a Sunday, cause that's my fun day.'
I honestly don't remember if it was an 80s song, but my 80s brain filed it there.
So, on Tuesday, (which woke up and thought it was a Monday), this is what happened:
My day started with a pretty crazy storm that blew up. I then forgot, until 9:00 am, that my daughter had to be at VBS at 9:00. Oops.
Came home, wrote a whole chapter. ONE WHOLE CHAPTER. Saved it to Word. It saved. And when I went back, realized it saved without WORDS. And words are very important to a writer. We like them. We like them so much, we put them down on paper and SAVE THEM.
Since it wasn't a crash of the system, Word didn't bother to save an autosave file. Thanks WORD.
We're leaving for DC in less than two weeks. Husband took van to have it looked over, tuned up. The perfect van, its ugly, but it always starts, never gives us any problems. Until it gets a check up. And then it dies on the side of the road and has to be towed.
The day ended with me opening the dryer at 9:30 pm. The cat yowled and jumped out at me.
GREAT: "WHO SHUT THE CAT IN THE DRYER."
Just another manic Monday...or Tuesday.