I never thought that would happen, but it does when every day looks the same. Eric was home more last week, which I think messed up my mental timeline.
I don't know about where you are, but it's been COLD here. Wind chills are below zero right now. I was out and about on public transit yesterday, and it became clear I haven't quite got the hang of dressing for the weather here. Some days I bundle up and go for a walk, and I'm sweating before I'm half done. So the next time I don't put on as many layers and I freeze my patooties. I think it's the wind. I haven't had to factor that in for a long time.
I was waiting for a bus yesterday, huddled in my coat and stamping my feet to avoid becoming a wendycicle and I thought I should ask everyone for blankets for Christmas. And then I should keep them in my car to give to the panhandlers on the street. It must really suck to be homeless this time of year. I've read about people who keep boxes of socks and gloves in their cars for that same reason. I should probably talk to some of my local peeps about that.
I'm almost ready for company. There's a little cleaning left and a big grocery run, and that's about it. I've actually gotten input about what they want to do this time. Threatening them with mani/pedis last summer must have made an impact. (They always say they don't care what we do. If we're doing what I want, we're going to get a mani/pedi and come home to watch chick flicks.) Ironically, Vicky texted me the other day to ask if we could get our nails done while she's here. We also learned last night Chad will only be here a couple days, and he's bringing his new girlfriend. They're staying in a hotel, thank goodness. We have no space left unless she wants to share a twin bed in a room with three guys. I wouldn't want to share a bathroom with that many people, let alone a bedroom.
I'm still writing every day. I've only taken off one day this month. Sunday I couldn't be bothered to motivate to do anything. I found a Property Brothers marathon and wove little squares that will be sewn together in the future. The plot is a little sticky right now, so I'm in write and walk away to think mode. Progress is slow but still forward. Now that I've pulled out of Nano there is a lot less angst. I should stop doing Nano maybe.
I think that's about it. If I miss next weekend, have a Happy Thanksgiving!
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Happy Thanksgiving! But we will talk before then.
Excited to hear you're making progress on your book. I'm looking forward to reading it. :)
I miss weekends all the time. Retirement has that effect. I've been talking to a neighbor, and I have to pause and ask them what day it is. They probably think I'm daft, but it's so hard to keep track without conscious effort. Losing track of days doesn't concern me as much as the time I was helping my parents move. Mom and I were taking a load from their old house to their new house. I was driving through downtown Mazomanie, and for a moment, I had no clue where I was. I asked Mom, "Where are we?" She calmly said where we were, and I was back in reality, but that was scary.
It's been cold here, too, but not as cold as your cold. It's a high of 54 now in mid-afternoon and overnight lows in the low thirties and high twenties.
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