Happy, sunny Monday!
Yes, our truck broke down early this morning and currently awaits a tow truck a few miles from here. Yes, my overworked laptop is on its last legs and could expire, probably spectacularly, at any moment. Yes, our central air-conditioning seems to be in need of a qualified (and most likely expensive) HVAC repair person. And yes, it thunderstormed (is that a verb?) like crazy last night and did some impressive damage to the many living things in my rapidly over-growing backyard, and yet...it is STILL a beautiful Monday. And why, you ask? Because, I reply, I got 7 hours of much-needed sleep last night and not once did I awaken in the middle of it, fretting about the overall state of my illustrious career.
Sleep can solve so many problems, can it not?
I tell you, I sure wish I were still on vacation. I needed another week's worth, I think. All the benefits of those 6 days away were gone in the wink of an eye. This month, even while I am laughably (a word?) behind schedule on the new novel, I must spend a huge chunk of June getting all the PR stuff organized for the new antho coming out in July, including designing and launching a companion web site & a MySpace page for the book.
I think this means I'll have to start working longer hours each day, which could also mean I will miss some of my workouts. And at my lofty age, it's not a good idea to miss many workouts. Otherwise, it could mean having to give up my love affair with Breyer's all-natural butter pecan ice cream.
Truthfully, though, when I awoke today at 4:45 AM, my first thought of the day was that I had to immediately cease & desist with this idea of providing a loving home for Breyer's all-natural butter pecan ice cream. Imagine that -- it is barely even summer yet and I am already having to swear off ice cream. I usually only have one half-cup scoop a day (and I am anally retentive enough to measure that kind of thing). But yesterday, was a 3-times-to-the-freezer kind of day. I was so emotionally and physically shot yesterday. You know how your judgment can be really off on days like that? At 8 PM, I was back to the freezer and this time armed with only a spoon, thinking that if I ate the rest of the carton it would somehow revive me. But really what it did was make me feel so lethargic that I couldn't even summon enough energy to change the channel with the TV's remote and so I simply laid there and watched some really, really lame 1990's revival of the Perry Mason show on the fucking Hallmark Channel, of all things. Commercials and all.
Really, with all the astonishingly unique and brilliant ideas that are crammed into my head, waiting in a noisy and ill-behaved queue to finally make it to the written page already, I couldn't come up with a better way of spending a Sunday evening than that? So Breyer's all-natural butter pecan ice cream is on its way out.
Although, I am now in walking distance of a Dairy Queen and I was thinking that if I walked there and back, I could eat a really small vanilla ice cream cone and maybe burn up most of the calories before I was even back home. Maybe. I'll let you know if this idea pans out. Meanwhile, I must get back to work around here! Hope your lives, wherever you are, are going splendidlly! Thanks for visiting, gang. See ya.
Sleep can solve so many problems, can it not?
I tell you, I sure wish I were still on vacation. I needed another week's worth, I think. All the benefits of those 6 days away were gone in the wink of an eye. This month, even while I am laughably (a word?) behind schedule on the new novel, I must spend a huge chunk of June getting all the PR stuff organized for the new antho coming out in July, including designing and launching a companion web site & a MySpace page for the book.
I think this means I'll have to start working longer hours each day, which could also mean I will miss some of my workouts. And at my lofty age, it's not a good idea to miss many workouts. Otherwise, it could mean having to give up my love affair with Breyer's all-natural butter pecan ice cream.
Truthfully, though, when I awoke today at 4:45 AM, my first thought of the day was that I had to immediately cease & desist with this idea of providing a loving home for Breyer's all-natural butter pecan ice cream. Imagine that -- it is barely even summer yet and I am already having to swear off ice cream. I usually only have one half-cup scoop a day (and I am anally retentive enough to measure that kind of thing). But yesterday, was a 3-times-to-the-freezer kind of day. I was so emotionally and physically shot yesterday. You know how your judgment can be really off on days like that? At 8 PM, I was back to the freezer and this time armed with only a spoon, thinking that if I ate the rest of the carton it would somehow revive me. But really what it did was make me feel so lethargic that I couldn't even summon enough energy to change the channel with the TV's remote and so I simply laid there and watched some really, really lame 1990's revival of the Perry Mason show on the fucking Hallmark Channel, of all things. Commercials and all.
Really, with all the astonishingly unique and brilliant ideas that are crammed into my head, waiting in a noisy and ill-behaved queue to finally make it to the written page already, I couldn't come up with a better way of spending a Sunday evening than that? So Breyer's all-natural butter pecan ice cream is on its way out.
Although, I am now in walking distance of a Dairy Queen and I was thinking that if I walked there and back, I could eat a really small vanilla ice cream cone and maybe burn up most of the calories before I was even back home. Maybe. I'll let you know if this idea pans out. Meanwhile, I must get back to work around here! Hope your lives, wherever you are, are going splendidlly! Thanks for visiting, gang. See ya.
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