Yes I did. Almost bailed on this blogging every day thing. It’s getting harder now — I’m in the middle of a rewrite of my new novel, and that calls me a lot more than this does, truth be told. I can’t seem to get the hang of doing something small and interesting, and then moving on. Ah well, that’s my problem, not yours I guess.
I knew I was in trouble on Wednesday when I thought, I’ll write first, then get back to the blogging. No one will notice if I haven’t written it before noon. But before I knew it, it was the next day.
The next day brought snow — and that drove me to my bed. I laid around, watching the fourth season of Angel and not caring one whit that I was wasting a whole day. It was better than talking to my husband. Read on, and you’ll see why.
Today is the day of M — And moving is my word. Moving somewhere warm. At this point, that would be anywhere. We got another dump of snow yesterday — not a big surprise in Alberta — but it comes on the heels of a record breaking amount of snow this winter, and has effectively broken my husband’s spine. He wants to (as he so colourfully puts it) “Slap some lipstick on this pig and get the hell out.”
The “pig” is the house. “Get the hell out” could be anywhere warm. Where there is no snow for sure — but apparently, we need warmth.
Where would you move, if you could? If nothing was holding you back? Or are you happy where you are?