… when I wasn’t on the Facebook:
Woke up and baked the son biscuits.
Rather than fuss at said son for the state of his bedroom, spent some time helping him make his bed.
Made my own bed, picked the clothes up off of the floor, and put them in the hamper.
Enjoyed an afternoon in the sunshine. I mean, really felt the sun on my skin an’ thang. Thought about how noon used to be the hottest time of day, but now, it seems to be between 2 and 3.
Filed and painted my nails with sister-friends.
Cleared out more of the back space in my apartment, chipping said paint job, but getting closer to actually utilizing the space in my open plan kitchen for more than a holding space for crap.
Washed and hung a load of clothes.
Instead of posting a status about how much I loved her, I called talked to my sister for her birthday. Found out that my dogphew, Plinko Aloysius in all his “Iain’tnoponkbiatch-ness”, managed to knock out two teeth in what my sister thinks was a bark and charge the fence battle with the much larger, neighboring dog.
I planned my next vacation.
I Wrote.
This is Day 2.
Oh. So I realize that these blogs post to my “official” writer Facebook page.
This app allows me to see comments and reply, though I’m not sure if they transfer to the Facebook, or just on the blog.
Oh, oh. Please do subscribe to the blog. The link is under that great photo of me, shot by Lamar Landers.
If I make it this two weeks, who knows? I may do two more.
My nails look nice. I could get used to this.
Xo,
