Anything Can Happen Day

What went before:  OK. 850ish new words written today. The cats are becoming restless, and I typed # to start a new scene with the same characters a little bit down the timeline. Since I know what they’re going to say, that seems like a good place to stop for the day.

I had a Interesting Idea for further along while I was taking my walk. Which of course means checking back in Salvage Right. Again.

Tomorrow, I really do have to hit the grocery, and, while I’m out, I might as well take the empty ink cartridges to Staples and put gas in the car.

I have a quote from the guy who can wash my windows and unclog/repair the rain gutters, so I’ll need to look that over.

Mostly, though, I think I’m done for the day.

For those playing along at home, the Garmin watch thinks today was stressful and I should “take a break for some physical activity” and “find time to relax.” It Suddenly Occurs to me that Garmin thinks “sitting and writing” is stressful (I mean, they’re not wrong…) and that running ten miles is relaxing. Ho, I say. And, also? Ho.

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Wednesday. Sunny and going to be warm(ish).

Breakfast was toasted black bread, the last of the potato salad, and an orange. Not in line for the Best Breakfast of 2025, but I ate something. Go, me. Lunch is in the future.

Today, there are errands: Post Office, Staples, Gas, Grocery. I think that’s it. Maybe there will be something that looks good to eat at the grocery store.

There will be writing at some point after I get home, and that?

Is all I got.

Ah, the constant creative high of the Writing Lifestyle.

So! Who’s on an adventure today?

Below, a picture from March 26, 2021.  Trooper and Belle, Old Married Cats.  (Those who have been with us for awhile will recall that for many years our cats consisted of Scrabble, the Office Manager and Cat of All Work; and a Coon Cat Nuclear Family, consisting of Trooper (the Da), Belle (the Ma), and Sprite (their Kid).