I posted my 535th coffee meme on Facebook this morning. How do I know it’s number 535? Because that’s how I save them when I find them–coffee 1, coffee 2, coffee 460, coffee 535. To my knowledge, I haven’t duplicated a single meme, or if I have, it was either inadvertent or it was a repost of a friend’s share.
The only reason this one is important is because it leaves my FB friends with the impression that all I have to do today is drink coffee. Nothing can be further from the truth. We just got back from the Polish Festival in Bremond, following my week in Bryan, following the Blueberry Festival in Nacogdoches, Texas–and all preceding the fourth of July when the entire family along with friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, and soon-to-be spouses all come to our house. Starting Friday.
So, today, I get to finish painting the patio furniture, straighten from being gone all weekend and all last week–along with doing a Mt. Everest-load of laundry–start cleaning house, plan the grocery list, work on my book inventory, do my state taxes–and the bills and the wonderful deposit from the past weekend (it was a good weekend)–make sure Mom’s phone is working again after the fiasco from last Friday (don’t ask), and squeeze in time to work on my manuscript (I only have four chapters left). Oh, and I have to make lunch out of virtually nothing because I haven’t been to the grocery store all month.
Yeah, I think that about covers it.
I got up this morning to do my Bible study of Daniel, which I haven’t been able to do for over a week since I’ve been gone, and go through my emails and work on my Facebook page (since I’ve been gone and without my computer). I am so far behind on absolutely everything–no big surprise–and returning safely back to my daily rut doesn’t occur until August, so I will continue to be far behind on absolutely everything, but I am determined to finish my novel as close to my deadline as possible. It’ll be late, but (please, God) not super-late. Which, considering my track record, will be an improvement.
I’m so harried and rattled now, I doubt this post makes much sense. But it’s Monday–so very, very Monday–and I have a long week ahead, so if I’m not making sense, don’t be surprised. I’m not capable of making sense right now. Which is perhaps why I lied on Facebook. Instead of that being my plans for the day, consider it my daydream for today, ’cause, folks, whiling away the hours idly drinking coffee just ain’t gonna happen.