I picked up a germ somewhere (probably from Terri, who is dead come Monday) and now have a sore throat. But that’s all it really is now. I’m hoping it will stay that way and I’ll get over it soon. I really don’t have time to be sick and I’m not taking off work for anything less than being half-dead.
I picked up some clear plastic totes and drawers so that I can begin to get my craft stuff into some sort of order. I have the whole storage room in the basement as my craft room and stuff is spread out all over it. I want to take it with me when I move and so I will have to organize everything for compact storage. I also picked up a pop-up laundry basket because I was sick of tripping over my jeans and a under the bed storage bag for some odds and ends.
I found some stuffed toys and an unopened My Little Pony thing in my closet that I’m passing on to Krystal’s kids. I still want to get rid of my bike because I’m not going to use it and it’s just sitting on the porch.
Somehow, I got bleach on my purple sweater. Four little dots of white on the tummy. I about died. I cleaned the air purifier in the living room and replaced the carbon pre-filter. Pot roast for dinner tomorrow night.
I’m babbling a little aren’t I?
I told Ana, my beta reader, I’d have my story done sometime next week. She knows the challenge ends on the 21st. She’ll get the story back to me a few days before so I can make my corrections and then send it in. I have no idea what’s happening in the story and I rather think my protagonist is in love when a character that’s not supposed to be his love interest. I have no control but what else is new...