Gone are the days … but … wouldn’t it be fun to write this morning and write about my stellar weekend keeping nightclubs open until dawn?
Instead, I’m sitting at my desk with a killer sore throat after a quick weekend trip to the mountains, where I was in my grandmother’s hospital room most of the weekend, at her side. Nothing serious, and she’s doing better.
Late yesterday afternoon, after a long drive home, tired and quite sick, I settled in to watch two more episodes of “Six Feet Under” (Season 3). I admit it! I’m hooked! At least through the rest of the season … fireworks started between the characters, they became more interesting and I guess it’s just a soap opera for artsy types.
This morning I had to climb back in bed with a heating pad around my neck because I was in such pain … but on Monday morning there’s not a lot of sympathy in the working world for sickness. I took a few minutes after reading my e-mail to run through the three-inch thick pile of bills … where am I going to get the money this month … I guess my novel won’t be ready in time …
So begins another week in Fiction Dailyland … but the sun is out and my throat is feeling better. Pretty soon now it will be time for lunch. What could be better?
