I have one week to significantly overhaul my main website to let the world know I'm a writer, by the way. Promotional stuff is coming down the pipe.
And I have to write not one, but three back cover blurbs, one for each volume of the book. Silly me, I thought one was enough.
Good things, long-delayed got accomplished. Bailey will get to the vet for shots and worming. It's been so long since I've been there, I forgot the name of the damn placed and spent ten minutes worrying that the dear people might have retired. The best kitty docs! I mapped the place and found them. Sheesh.
Tomorrow, the dread phone replacement and Thursday, the ortho about my back - there's a big dread.
So, at the appointed hour, I put my head on the pillow for the mandatory snooze that keeps me going until the end of my shift just after midnight. I closed my eyes and pretended I was sleeping. That usually works. Not today. Instead, I lay there wondering:
Wouldn't it be smarter to hang a person up by their arms when you operated on their back? You know, stretch the spine out with gravity before you start putting in screws and shims or whatever. And how the heck do they get at the bones through the back? When all the bunged-up parts of the spine are on the bellybutton side?
And how rife with Covid is the phone store going to be tomorrow? Shall I write my requirements on a slip of paper, leave it on the counter and wait outside? I can hold my breath for almost a minute. In the pool.
And the chili cooking downstairs smells great but my eyeballs are sweating. Has he tinkered with my seasoning? And...and...
An hour went by and I never slept a wink. Coffee is my friend.
How's your Monday going?