I had a full, scatter-brained weekend. As anyone here last week knows, I started BuNoWriMo and made good progress THERE. If anyone is ever curious where I am on that, I keep the meter to the right fairly updated. Saturday was my highest single-day wordcount ever—over 7000. But I was getting ahead because I know this week my time will be sort of limited.
I also had a lot of cleaning to do this weekend. My parents haven't been to visit in a few years and there is nothing that motivates a person who hates to clean quite as well as a mother visiting. Especially MY mother—she is meticulous. In fact I sometimes claim my aversion to cleaning arose in her too clean house. She could give Aunt Petunia a run for her money. Though if I'm honest, I really hate to clean because... you know... cleaning's no fun... and you just have to do it again in a few days... in fact the less you do it, the less you do it, if you know what I mean... you could do it all the TIME and never be done and really, where is the fun in that?
And then there is the graduation gift... we know the WHAT of it, but there are a lot of choices and I don't want to muck it up.
I feel a little like at the end of June, I will breathe a sigh of relief. I've had too much going on for too long and I'd like to just put some of these things behind me, even if I have been looking forward to them. There is THIS here at the start of the month, the writing ALL month, and then the road trip and memorial at the end of the month... Anyone else get that way? Surely I can't be the only one.
All that is just a long way of saying that while I have a few blogs I will post this week, they will be 'Tart-light'--shortish... but hopefully not sharpish, brownish and mossy, or even oldish or bossy... wait. No. Tomorrow's blog is a little bossy. But never mind...
