Friday and it’s my work-at-home day. I have documents to check over for accuracy and completeness, and on-line trainings to work my way through. I don’t know if the handyman is coming by today–he painted and repaired the walls in the living room today, so it actually looks lovely in there, but he also left his tools and his big ladder…which I may try to use to reach the ceiling fans, if I get brave enough to risk climbing that high on a ladder. (Ladders terrify me. It may be because I fell off of one when I was a child headfirst onto concrete–I’ve heard all the jokes about head injuries already so don’t bother–and was hospitalized for several days.) The more rickety they are, the worse I feel about them. This one looks pretty professional and sturdy, so maybe it won’t be that bad. Not having level floors doesn’t help, either. (He just stopped by; he’s doing another coat and touching up the trim; I told him I’d work upstairs today, so I’ll write this and lug the laptops upstairs, and my phone and headphones so I can work upstairs.)
Last night wasn’t quite as productive as my first night alone; I was tired when I got home from work and running the errands (picked up my copy of Birder She Wrote by Donna Andrews, and I cannot write that title without commenting on how much I love it) and so didn’t get quite as much done as the night before. I did some laundry, and worked on the book some–I still have about another one hundred words to go on the chapter i was working on, before moving on to Chapter Five, which I’ll have to write off the top of my head, which is going to be a struggle, and I also have some other short stories to work on, and of course I can read. I did read a short story last night, another Alfred Hitchcock tale from My Favorites in Suspense, which was actually very timely, which is actually kind of sad. It was about two sentries in an unnamed time of war, guarding a crate which their enemy desperately wants. The sentries don’t know what is in the crate but all they know is it is dangerous. Eventually the enemy is near and they have to destroy the contents of the crate, which are strangely shaped box-like things, and there’s a piece of paper with five symbols on it. They don’t understand but they destroy the stuff anyway, and the final sentence of the story is one of the sentries remembering the symbols on the paper, BOOKS.
How very sad that we again live in a time where books (i.e. knowledge) are seen by some as the enemy.
But it’s Friday morning and the kitchen is already mostly under control. I’ve started another load of laundry, and I’ll do some other things around here once Sam has finished up for the day. I’ll do chore upstairs when I need a break from my work-at-home duties; and of course I have a television up there too, and Paul’s computer–which I could actually use as a television if I wanted to–can be utilized as well. I don’t have to leave the house today to go anywhere; I don’t really have to for the rest of the weekend if I don’t choose to (how marvelous!), and so I think once I have this all finished and posted, I’ll start lugging things upstairs that I will need–and it’s not like I can’t come down and get something I’ve forgotten. I slept very well last night–I feel better this morning than I have in I don’t know how long, rested and relaxed. I hope that bodes well for the rest of the day and my productivity, which isn’t exactly easy to do once you’ve gone out into the horrible heat of the day. It really does suck the life right out of you. I haven’t bothered to check what the temperature is going to be like today, either–I’m not entirely certain I want to know, frankly–but I can already tell it’s going to be another sweltering day where going outside makes your skin feel like it’s been cooked. Yay.
I hope to have a lovely weekend where I can just relax and get things done at a leisurely pace. I want to get some more writing done tonight–the writing lately has been lovely, and I am starting to feel like I am coming out of it again.
Oh! That reminds me. I am a guest over at Tara Laskowski’s “What Scares You Most” page on her website. If you’re not familiar with Tara, she is an amazing domestic suspense writer–her two novels currently in print are fantastic and the good news is a third will be out this December–and you should read her award-winning work. She’s also a lot of fun to be around and is, in the simplest of terms, one of the nicest and wittiest people in the business. (One of the reasons I love being a crime writer is the amazing people who are a part of that world.)
And on that note, I need to start lugging stuff upstairs so I can get out of Sam’s way and get to work. Have a lovely Friday, Constant Reader, and I’ll be checking in with you again later, most likely.
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