This morning’s big news was that we were going to have the Blue Angels fly over the city as a tribute to our brave health workers.
That was it. Hardly enough time for me to go look out the window. I couldn’t see them out the window that was four feet away from me, so I ran to one on the other side of the house. They circled around. I could still hear them, so I went out the front door in my bare feet.
Gone. If you weren’t looking, and if you didn’t know where to look, you missed them.
I forgot to put the garbage out, too. Hence, another barefoot trek outside. Normally, they pick it up by 9 am, or so, but it’s approaching noon, and it is still out there.
At least I have shoes on now.
But I haven’t showered, and I still have quarantine hair. It looks likely to stay that way for a while. Lately, I haven’t felt the need to dress in the morning. Eventually, I do, but it seems to be getting later.
I’m still rough around the edges today. Nothing specific to get out of bed for. I should do some work. What work? I don’t know. Something.
Why don’t you finish your novel, Anne?
Which one? I’m spoiled for choice. Paralyzed. I could put the finishing touches on my anthology. That shouldn’t take long. I could finish it today.
Yawn. I think I may need to have another look over it.
Well, I’ve had another look over it, and inserted some poems. Do I do another edit on it? I’ve gotten to the point I’m sick of it. Some of the stories are a decade old now, and I’m in another place. I might have my publisher upload it onto KDP, and see what it looks like, if he’ll do that for me, and if he is still on board.
Can you tell I’m not very motivated today?