Getting close to publication time and I'm trying not to freak out. Yes, I said freak out. Don't be judgmental. My goal is universal comprehension. Your spiritual moment is now over.
I've indulged in almost, not quite, all my easy bad things today: punished myself w/a sweltering dog walk . . . 10:00
a.m. The dog peed lackluster on the
palms. Read. Gardened. The dog got
wet. Read some more switching between
Kindle and hardcover. Unforgiving nap. Online. Punned. Cleaning of desk. Paying of
bills. Semi-nagging of husband. He
didn't succumb. Other stuff just to get work done. Focus. Read. Made shaker of cosmos. Blessed BE Sex in the City one more time as
my validating savior of sacredhood. Made
dinner. Outdid myself notwithstanding
working w/only one burner.
Electric. Have mastered the
electric cooktop and all its predictable qualities. I'm a temperature genius.
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