What a Difference a Day Makes

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Honestly, I don’t think I had THAT much sangria over the weekend, but I apparently did lose count of the days.

Monday, I posted that it was my father-in-law’s birthday, July 7. That was yesterday.

Yesterday, I posted that it was Kevin Bacon’s birthday, July 8. That’s today.

In the 47 years of our house arrest, we’ve all seen the jokes and memes about what day it is. I just thought I had a better grasp on it.

Maybe I’ve been caught in some sort of temporal time warp.

That could explain why the file I went searching for yesterday had not been updated since 2015.

I know that I said I was putting the novel away for a while…but five years?

Let me back up. I’ve wanted to learn to use Scrivener for a good while now, but I waited until I got the new iPad to get the app, rather than put it on a PC that I bought during the Bush Administration.

I figured the best way to learn to use the app is to work with the novel. I’m still working on another script, a collection of short stories, and of course, this blog.

But using the novel to learn Scrivener intrigued me.

True story, a couple of weeks ago I pulled out one of my earlier NaNoWriMo projects and thought about editing that for publication. I will. I just want to finish this other one first.

Also, true story, I have about five manuscripts in similar status.

One might think that in the 47 years of our house arrest, I could have completed the great American novel.

One might be wrong.

I mean. Could have. Didn’t.

And there’s nothing wrong with that.

We’ve each had to deal with this mess in the best way that we can.

I am glad to finally be able to back to the gym. I tried walking and workouts at home, but I need the motivation to get out. Monthly dues help that.

It’s been hard to be back, but I’ve been back all but one day since we reopened on June 29.

Be sure your chins will find you out.

I digress.

It’s Wednesday.

The news frustrates me.

Verizon frustrates me.

My medical reimbursement account frustrates me to no end.

Putting on a mask in public frustrates me. Don’t get me wrong, I do it. I just hate it.

This is turning into a “Gee, other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?” kind of post.

Okay, I realize I just need to breathe and gather my thoughts for a moment.

Unfortunately, in that moment I went to Facebook and they’ve changed the look again.


I didn’t realize when I got my gym bag ready that I packed my cranky pants.

Although I wore the sassy pants yesterday and the medical reimbursement company said “please don’t talk to us like that.”

I swear I am not making that up.

Before it’s over I may also swear at the medical reimbursement company.


I digress.

Life is hard.

In the grand scheme of things, these are just little annoyances. I’ve really got it pretty good.

We all do.

I mean sure, 2020 sucks big time. But we’re still here in the greatest country on the planet.

That’s also a true story.

No matter what day it is.

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