- Deadline met. All commitment delivered. A few skirmishes along the way, but that is to be expected when 70000 words get written in seven days.
- The adrenalin slump I had feared has not happened. Perhaps because I am still too exhausted from the marathon writing sessions.
- Gramma’s annual ceremony went off without any skirmishes. I strangely feel relieved And the grief seems to have abated too. I suppose I had subconsciously set the anniversary as a deadline for grief recovery. I still miss her, but I don’t feel like breaking down every time I think of her. I suppose this is why they have such ceremonies – to trick the mind into milestones.
- Flu – wasn’t too severe, but still there. I don’t mind this level of flu.
- The house was worse than a pigsty over the past twenty days of ignoring its existence. I started off at the dirtiest of them all – the kid’s room. Amazing how not dusting a room for 20 days can make it a hotbed of Filth. And the capital letter was intentional. The room is squeaky clean. Kitchen’s next.
- Backburner jobs must now come to the foreground. I know I am a little behind there, but that’s only human, I suppose.
- The kid chipped her tooth on a broken swing accident last week. Get to meet her dentist shortly. Looking forward to it because the dentist’s wife is my childhood friend, and she lives right behind the hospital.
- The kid got a Diana haircut. She has frizzy hair, so her hair defies gravity and sticks up like a halo, but she loves it, and that’s what matters to me.
Hopefully more blogging henceforth…