Thanks, Deena. Hard as hell to cut it down to 100, let me tell you.

heaves big sigh of relief

Just heard back from my agent on the partial I sent her of my WIP. She said it was good reading and wanted to know if I had any more ready to show her. Whew!

Woo hoo!

Drabble: the day off


The bedside alarm didn't go off.

PANIC! I'm going to be late for work!

Oh wait, I have today off.

I have yardwork to do -- later.
I have laundry to do -- later.
I have to clean up the house -- later.
I have to get some groceries -- later.
I have to....

It can all wait. Right now, I can enjoy one of the most delicious feelings in the world, that drowsy lassitude of not quite waking all the way up, about to fall back asleep. Maybe I can pick up the dream I was having. Where were we? Oh, yes....

Bliss.

This isn't quite it, but I'm so thrilled to get the words back, in any sense, that...

for the Time off challenge

I don’t think about cure anymore. Some medical mystery, enabling me to join the herd, as if I were never outside. It’s too late for that now;I’ve been different for over thirty years. I do wish for some time off sometimes. A whole week where I never ask anyone for anything, and wear tight clothes without feeling like they are costume or a statement only I understand. Right now, that would be worth a billion dollars, as would a week without the word “advocacy” Walking in rhythm, Moving in sound.

A Day. Off.

Woke up late, coffee but no creamer. Lit the wrong end of my last smoke. Instead of popping my forgotten AD at noon, I grabbed an Ambien by accident. Teaching my last two classes, I felt like I was slogging through hallucingenic mud, gabbling for 10 minutes on racism and jealousy as themes before realizing this hour I was teaching "A Christmas Carol" not "Othello."

Got home and slammed into bed, and three hours later woke up with a burning need to pee. Got my pants down, but realized -- too late-- that the panties had not come down as well. Stripped and went back to bed. Strange smell? Me? No; I'd been sleeping on my cat's wet spot. Fucking furball.

Stripped bed, fell over shoes on way to hamper, knocked head against doorjamb.

Crawled onto the couch, no frozen veg or ice, so laid frozen meat on eye.

Woke up, late for work, with thawed liver in hair.

Called in sick. Day off from off day.

laughing helplessly

Erin, I'm sorry you had a bad day, but thank you for brightening mine!

Not all of those things have happened to me; just four or five. I'll leave it to you to figure out which.

And NOT all on the same day,thank god.

Hopefully not the thawed liver in the hair!

But ... thawed liver might be GOOD for your hair - leave it shiny (and absolutely irresistable to the cat)!

And yes, I recently had one of those days ... and I've got ita-level bruises to prove it.