Current work: Medical (and counting down to holiday – deeply, deeply tired)
Listening to: Various 70s/80s rock – scary to think I was son’s age when some of it came out (and he loves it – dat’s ma boy)
Reading: really looking forward to a readfest next week
Have to admit, I’m more than ready for a break next week. Getting out of bed this morning was a definite struggle. However, my working time during summer holidays is limited to the very beginning of the day, before the kids get up (well, before littlest gets up – son is a lark, too, so the deal is if I’m allowed to work in peace then I won’t nag about the use of the X-box) and to the end of the day, after DH gets home, so I can’t give in and just sleep. I’m struggling with the deadline as it is. Yes, I could ask for an extension – but then I’d be fretting about it all next week and it would negate the benefits of going away. (Am taking the lappie anyway, but I want a doable amount left to handle each day, not a screaming amount. DH is off the week after we get back and I want to be able to play, not go straight back to work.)
OK day yesterday – not the best visit to Dad, but then again we’ve had worse. Took the kids out to lunch (son decided to be fussy so there were lots of swaps between plates – not so much overindulgence as choosing my battles wisely and knowing when to be firm and when to be kind), then to see DH’s mum; then came home and played games with the kids until DH came home.
Was flagging (not quite enough caffeine in the system) when I took a break to check my email. Discovered a lovely note from my colleague on eHarlequin (waves to Amy) to tell me that I had TWO books (including one that’s more than 6 months old - blimey) on the eHarl top 10 ebooks bestsellers. (Actually, if we’re being precise, two in the top five. That’s going some!) Excellent news and it really cheered me up. I would have done a Snoopy dance, if I’d had the energy. Reserves are a tad depleted, right now.
Spent the entire evening on the proofs from hell instead of writing. (Growl, growl.) I normally have a dozen corrections, max, but this one had an enormous list (not my errors, either), and I was really grumpy by the end of it. One good thing came out of it, though: I’m using the London Victoria again and I’d forgotten that I’d already named one of the neurologists. This jogged my memory so I could get it right in the current book.
Plan for today: have promised to take kids ten-pin bowling. Also need to do the library and doctor visits that I didn’t get round to doing yesterday. And sort out the parcels I’ve promised and need to post to people (anyone reading this who’s expecting one – I will get it done this week, promise). And in between… I need to get words down. (Made myself cry as I was typing yesterday, so the book’s definitely working. Just please, please, let me have some time...)