Downtime

I got back from Michigan yesterday evening. Despite almost a week with my mom, I didn't gain weight, so I call that a win. It helped that the ice cream shop was closed every time we went into town. I touched base with some old friends, my brother, dad, and a couple cousins. My brother mentioned he'd seen a squirrel picking nuts off tree branches instead of waiting for them to fall and be gathered. That doesn't bode well for this winter.


I ordered a Nutribullet last week and it got here Wednesday afternoon, so I didn't unpack it until last night. I made my first green smoothy with it this morning and it was good. We'll see how long it sticks. It didn't have very many calories, but it's already been two hours and I'm not getting hungry yet. I think I see a grocery run in my future for fresh and frozen fruit.

I'm officially out of books. I sold some last week, and gave the last one to my Grandma yesterday. I expect it will be passed around by my aunts and cousins before too long.

Of course, there was no writing last week, but I did have a lengthy e-mail exchange with a friend who's (soon to be ex) husband has untreated PTSD. I got some good perspective that will help me flesh out Sophie's POV, and Trevor's, too, to a lesser extent. A good chunk of yesterday's drive was devoted to puzzling out the real plot. It's still about as clear as mud, but I might get some work done on it today. I'm planning to. We'll see how much I actually get done with Velcro Kitty helping. It's not easy typing with a twelve pound cat in your lap. Anyone want to play in the mud with me? ;-)

There is nothing on my calendar before the signing that requires advanced planning or my presence for more than a few hours. Although it was good to see my family, it feels like I've come out of a tunnel. I might have to devote some time today to looking at the trees outside my window.