Welladay, Monday

One of the best things about freelancing is that you can mostly avoid having Mondays.

Mostly. . .but not always.

So!  Today was Monday, here at the Cat Farm, starting right out of the box, when all of us sleepyheads — by which I mean Steve, me, Trooper, and Sprite — were startled from Very Sound Sleeps (and in my case, a Very Intense Dream that I was just as glad to let go, except that I was Deep in Dreamspace, and waking up was — a jolt), by the sound of a knock at the door, at 7:30, which is what counts for early around here.  By the time I had surfaced from the dream, the knock had come again, and both cats had leapt up and dashed down the hall, Steve following.

But, there was no one at the door.  Careful examination showed that Scrabble had knocked a couple of brushes off the side of the sink in the bathroom.  They’d landed on the scale, which is wood-clad.




None of us was getting back to sleep after that, so to coffee, and an uploading of Chapter Eight of Shan and Priscilla Ride Again (here’s the link, if you missed it), which I did.  We then broke our fast and were discussing the proper structure of the day, when the mail arrived, always a moment of Great Excitement at the Cat Farm.  I left the kitchen, walked down the drive and across the road to the mailbox, where I gathered to myself a handful of. . .

. . .bills.

More than five hundred dollars in bills, only one of which (the car payment) was anticipated, much less budgeted for — all, save that one, medical bills.

For the sake of moving along the narrative, I omit the plumber’s bill for a heart-stopping sum, which had already been paid, check crossing invoice in the mail.

The surprise bills?  All were due “on receipt,” which — never mind.  So I wrote checks, and had a panic attack, and a shower, ate the leftover stir-fry Steve provided for lunch, retired to the sofa to read — and got up again to write a check to the guy who mows our lawn — for two weeks, naturally, since he had taken care of us while we were on tour.

Late in the day, a nice thing did happen.  More on that as I can.

Oh, and things seem to be moving along in the Great Plan to bring Belle to Maine later this month.  Just need to nail down the date and time — that’s good, too.

Things are somewhat calmer now.  Steve’s gone to chess; I did the dishes; Trooper and Sprite are with me in my office, napping while I blog.  In a bit, I’ll go back to the sofa and my book.

But!  Before I do that, I have news of a sort for Nook readers concerning Dragon in Exile, which is — Neither Baen nor BN understands why the Nook edition failed to find its way into the store, and the problem has been bumped Upstairs to the This Really Should’ve Worked Problem Solving Team.  More news is expected in two business days.  In the meantime, and as always, you may purchase an epub (Nook) edition of DiE — and all of — our published novels directly from Baen.  Here’s your link.

Also!  For those who appreciate a beautiful instrument, and especially a beautiful keyboard, there’s this.

So — how was your Monday?

Trooper and the purple duffle; a blast from the past.
Trooper and the purple duffle; a blast from the past.

4 thoughts on “Welladay, Monday”

  1. Friend Sharon,
    My Monday was similar to yours in that it included an unexpected/unbudgeted bill. $400+ for oil that was delivered without my having ordered it. I had planned on ordering some (but not quite that much)in the near future, but the timing denies me the opportunity to pay the lesser price(for prompt payment.) The panic attack was induced by frustration with co-workers who refuse to see through OCD to my intelligence and competence. Even the ones who acknowledge the quality of my work, will (often) speak to me as though a were hafling. AND there is the “one..” (O.K. Rant: off.)
    That is a pretty picture. The bold black and purple together set off the reddish tints in Trooper’s fur while the blue instills calm.

  2. Purple is definitely Trooper’s color.

    Our oil provider (Dead River) has a budget plan, which is a set monthly, and automatic fill-ups. It’s been so long ago, that I don’t remember if we had to give them a deposit, or buy a full tank to start, but it might be something to look into? Saves a few surprises, at least.

    Tomorrow will be better.

  3. Got stuck behind a major accident on the highway. I normally don’t mind sitting in a parking lot. I have my phone with many books on it. However I was on my way to meet the plumber to replace the dead sump pump which caused a flooded basement.

    A friend went and waited for the guy until I got home about 50 minutes later. I now have a functioning sump pump and it will be raining again tonight.

  4. I also have a budget plan, and by contracting for a certain number of gallons and paying $100, I get a price cap, so I pay the current price up to a limit set at the beginning of the year. If the prices go down, I pay the price; if they go up I pay the cap. They also include cost of the annual service contract (includes free cleaning, service, and parts) in the budgeted amount and deliver automatically. Much easier to pay a set amount every month year round than try to come up with the cost of a tank in February.

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