Because no battleplan outlives the enemy, life hasn't taken the smooth road I'd like this year month. With Christmas less than two weeks away, and me telling my editor she'd have my latest round of changes by December 15, I got sick. Fun fact: I've slept more this week than I've slept in the past six months. Oh yes, I'm on the mend, thankyouverymuch.
I missed four events this week--one of which was Krissy's fabulous Christmas party which I look forward to every year. And let me tell you, I have to be VERY ill to miss that one, especially because I may not be living here this time next year and it makes me sad to think I won't be attending another of Krissy's fabulous Christmas parties.
I've gotten edits done through my first act--and promptly fell asleep earlier this week when I realized I wrote "chessboard" three times in the same paragraph. I haven't had the nerve to look at my current manuscript since. But I should at least send my editor some sort of proof of life. Eventually. I think it is fair to say she isn't getting this manuscript until 2026.
Because the Sunshine Christmas is a modest affair this year, I'm sewing. I started making a blue jacket for Buckaroo. And what did the kid do? He went out and bought a blue jacket in the exact style of the one I'm making him. He'll have two blue jackets soon. I'm also making a dress for Polly. And, if I am inspired and I have time they are getting lounge pants because I have the fabric. Sherman is getting something too. I just don't know what.
On top of it all this week, Luna had emergency surgery to remove an I-don't-know-what-to-call-it-and-nor-does-Doc P from her spine. But it was the size of an orange. She now has four drainage tubes in her and she is randomly bleeding because she won't be still. Who can blame her with the Amazon driver coming by to say hello and the random squirrels taking over her back yard. And then there's the overlords who found her new toy duck. Luna is having none of that!
We were supposed to go to Little Rock. Maybe next week. I was going to clean the house. Maybe I'll find out I have a fairy godmother after all.
Today Her Highness, Deb, the Queen of the Universe and a force multiplier of positive energy, called me, demanding to know why she was unaware I'd been sick. After we determined, me telling her would have only disturbed me with more group texts, she asked what I needed. I told her I need a time machine that would allow me to get this past week back.
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