I want to be at 24,000 words today with my shitty first draft
But of course I have to finish the flooring, molding, touch-up spackle and painting of the writer’s lair.
But since we have the dumpster only until Monday morning, what I really need to be doing is pulling up carpet in the entire upper floor of the house.
So that means I have to find a place for all the crap that’s accumulated in the nook in our bedroom where I formerly had my “office.” So I’m schlepping stuff here and there. Some of this stuff may have real world value, like a first edition Strong’s Exhaustive Concordance. But then there’s other stuff like nerf darts, a box of preformed penny wrappers, installation CDs for who knows what kind of hardware, and miles of unexplained cable.
But really. The first order of the day. The very first order. Is to clean up the dog barf. Because it seems that while we were putting stuff in the dumpster last night, which is in the garage because that’s where the Evil Homeowners Association will let us keep the thing, the cocker spaniel found her way into the garage and ATE AN ENTIRE BAG OF WILD BIRD SEED.
So this morning I woke up to find that the dog and gone into the bathroom and pooped out something that looks exactly like the raw material for a Clif Bar. A little later Maureen discovered what appeared to be a large number of pre-formed bird treats–or what must have been the dog’s stomach contents.
Thank you for sharing in my misery.