After the holiday rush, I sink into my suddenly shortened to-do list like a hot bath. After so much crazy, I can’t help gobbling up the free time that materializes overnight. So that’s what I’ve been doing this week. Sue me.
A few things to mention:
At the library, I retrieved my own book from the on-hold shelf when the librarian was busy, which is, strictly speaking, against the rules. But since I am such a fabulous library patron, she was ok with it. A caper not exactly drenched with adrenaline, but still.
I am making glacial progress on identifying publications to target and queries to send, but progress nonetheless. I continue to willfully ignore housework to pursue things that interest me, but we knew that already.
And I disposed of another mouse and his erstwhile foot lying next to the trap. Yuck and yuck again. I’d get a cat to help me out here, but I’m not sure I could take the rejection. My dogs live to express their love for me (when they aren’t eating every forbidden substance in sight), and that’s just the way I like it.