I’ve had a crappy week of almost no writing.
My lower back is very sore. It means my core muscles are going to mush. I blame the damn lockdown. No bootcamp allowed, physio/chiro/massage shut down, and exercising at home isn’t the same.
My teens are being teens and that’s normal but I’m over it. Give me back my toddlers.
Anyway, I escaped to mom’s after chauffeuring my son to and from his highschool and I’ve been sitting here on her couch writing stuff. Mostly updating my Patreon page.
Did I tell you I have not one, but two patrons already! These two ladies are supporting me on Patreon and I cannot tell you how thrilled I am to be able to give them a shout-out.
My very first patron is none other than Summerhill Lane. Some of you may have read her blog or seen her comment on mine. She’s this extraordinary person with an incredibly artistic mind – she writes, she paints, and she does a million other things. Best part (for me) is she lives in my city. One day soon, when this godforsaken virus moves on, we will meet for coffee (and lunch) (and dessert) (and a picnic) (and dog walks) and I’m really looking forward to it.
My second patron is a person I already met. I don’t recall the first time we met though, as we were both infants. 🙃 Her parents and my parents remained friends for decades, making Christine and her family part of my extended family.
Christine doesn’t blog, but she tweets (@brutes123) and here’s one interesting bit I’m going to call out: she is an avid Cory Hart fan AND she met him in person. Don’t believe me? Here’s proof:
So, that’s my update for this dark, wet, cold Friday evening. I feel like crawling into bed with my new electric blanket and sleeping until spring. Can I do that?
Didn’t think so. 🙄
But things are not all bad.
First, mom is baking bread. The whole house smells delicious. This is the type of bread she’s baking. It has to do with Saint Nicholas day the Swiss (us) celebrate, and I’ll tell you about it another time.
Second, I don’t have to make food for dinner, clean anything, or delegate activities and chores. I can just sit here and write. Which I may continue if the dog lets me (he’s currently trying to hump my arm and my mouse) and maybe I’ll even pour a glass of wine.
That’s a pretty good start to the weekend, don’t you think?