Tuesday, August 07, 2012

Waiting Is Not My Thing




Getting close to publication time and I'm trying not to freak out.  Yes, I said freak out.  Don't be judgmental. My goal is universal comprehension. Your spiritual moment is now over.

I've indulged in almost, not quite, all my easy bad things today: punished myself w/a sweltering dog walk . . . 10:00 a.m.  The dog peed lackluster on the palms. Read.  Gardened. The dog got wet.  Read some more switching between Kindle and hardcover. Unforgiving nap. Online.  Punned. Cleaning of desk.  Paying of bills. Semi-nagging of husband.  He didn't succumb. Other stuff just to get work done. Focus. Read.  Made shaker of cosmos.  Blessed BE Sex in the City one more time as my validating savior of sacredhood.  Made dinner.  Outdid myself notwithstanding working w/only one burner.  Electric.  Have mastered the electric cooktop and all its predictable qualities. I'm a temperature genius.