Tuesday, November 10

Nothin' . . . Yeah, Me, Too. . .


Remember last week, when Margie posted that she had nothin'? And yet she gave us fun stuff--just sort of a stream of consciousness blog full of her day, which actually turned out to be pretty cool, I thought. How I wish I had even that much to say. I don't, but here’s a sweet picture of Grandboy doing the Luke Danes backward-baseball-cap thing. (It's a Gilmore Girls reference, look it up.)

I'm writing this on Monday night at 11:15 after having just binge-watched four episodes of Season 2 of Downton Abbey with Husband. We're getting ready for January and Season 6--the (sniff, sniff) final season of our beloved Downton. I'm bleary-eyed and ready to sleep (and that's a very good thing after several weeks of insomnia).

It's been a . . . well, a weird day that involved a trip to see my doctor. No details because they aren't important except to say that I've been having a little health issue that scared the dickens out of me and left me in pain and sleepless for a while. As it happens, my problem is quite fixable with antibiotics, so Husband and I celebrated our relief with Netflix instead of wine because I can't have any alcohol for the next twelve days.

Which brings me back to having very little to say here today, even though I had good news from the doc. Maybe I should have come home and gotten busy on my current editing gig or written a few hundred words on the current WIP or jumped on the damn treadmill and gotten in my miles for the day or even written a decent blog post. Yeah, that’s probably what I should’ve done. But I didn't. Nope . . . I talked to sister PJ on the phone, texted Liz to let her know I was okay, ate a light supper, and then curled up on the sofa. I snuggled close to my dear husband and got lost in World War I England.

Honestly, it felt amazing to just let go, to release the tension of the past few weeks, to breathe deeply, and think of nothing at all. So there you have it . . . no apologies, no excuses, no rationalizations. This is it today . . . just me being grateful for my health and my life and that I can go to my IRWA Retreat this weekend without a knot in my stomach. And you did get a picture of the kid . . . life is pretty good, isn't it?

10 comments:

  1. Yep! Finding that the pain is fixable is always a relief. Bring on the retreat!

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    1. Sure is! I'm ready for Retreat! So excited and hoping to really get some writing done!

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  2. I'm so glad it was a good news day! You will enjoy Retreat so much more!

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    1. Thanks, Liz! I'm glad too! I'll miss my roomie at Retreat, but next year, baby!

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  3. Glad it was good news and you celebrated well. Looking forward to seeing you at Retreat.

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  4. So glad the sun is shining for you. Sounds like you feel like your grandson looks. Full of happiness. Great picture. See you at retreat.

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    1. He is a happy little guy! Retreat's almost here!! Can't wait!

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  5. I think the boogeyman is actually the thoughts that invade our minds in the middle of the night and keep us awake with fears of the worst. I'm so thankful that you had the slay-the-boogeyman kind of news. Have a great retreat!

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    1. Yup--this was insomnia kind of fear. Also learning to stay away from the Internet forums--yikes! Scary stuff that! Thanks, Margie!!

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