It’s time for my favorite blog of the week: the Sunday chat. Well, you didn’t know about it, did you? Every Sunday, I kinda like to know about you guys’ lives. You know, what you’re writing, what you’re up to, what’s going on. So what’s up with you guys? Anything? I already read your blogs, so what’s up with the day-to-day life of you this past week? Next week?
Are you happy? Sad? Anxious? On an upswing? Downswing?
My Boring Life:
I didn’t finish my taxes, but I hope to finish today. I did finish estimating my taxes. Let’s hope I didn’t overestimate, LOL, but it looks like things are going to go perfectly this year.
Knock on wood and pray, please.
Glenn sounds miserable. We’ve hardly been able to talk at all. At least two nights a week, I only get 1 1/2 hours of sleep. Most other nights it’s 4 1/2 – 5, and then a couple days a week I’ll crash in bed for 10 hours.
I’m hoping to finish taxes today: that will be a big project done.
I have been attempting to stop and read in bed at 9pm no matter how much is undone. This was great for one night, but we’re making slow progress on this. I just really want to get most of this gunk cleared off my plate so I can focus on writing. I did maybe 500 words last week and I hate that.
I had about eight asthma attacks this week.
I saw the dentist. Felt badly because I completely lost my temper. My teeth will never be fixed, it seems. Maybe in six more months I’ll be able to eat normally again?
When you’re a pianist, you look at hands a lot. I can tell people’s ages by their hands.
My hands are aging. A lot.
Six more weeks until Glenn gets home. I think we’re going to go see the cherry blossoms in DC. We go to DC every Memorial Day, but we’ve never been during the cherry blossom festival.
Writing is really stop and go amidst dental visits, asthma attacks, spring piano events, and life. I can’t stand that. I’ve been reading quite a bit in snatches, though. I’m almost through Charlaine Harris’s backlist.
So that’s my very boring life. I’m about to have another attack: lungs are tickling.
I’ve had nose sneezes all my life, but it wasn’t until this year when I’ve started sneezing from inside my lungs. Weird freaking sensation. I bet all you allergy-sufferers know what that’s like!
Now on to your lives… what’s up? Big, little, boring, fascinating… let’s hear it!