It feels like there’s a conspiracy against me and my writing today. It’s not even 9:30 and I feel like I’m working against a stacked deck.
It’s Monday so I can’t blame the lack of groceries, tired kids. But what’s with the rain.
And each kid needed a lift but of course they go to four schools… at four separate times.
My last stop is near one of my favorite coffee stops…which would have been great if I’d put my writing stuff in the car.
A quick detour to pick them up…then I realize I’ve changed purses and forgot my reading glasses.
My special table…the only one where all my karma is in balance :))… is taken.
They don’t have my dark roast. [sigh]
Still, I am trying to work through this.
Highland farms better have my chicken soup today.
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