So I had great plans of writing all the words but in the end I didn't. I'm not happy about it but it's all my own fault.
You see, yesterday was a day of waiting. Waiting for the boy to get up, waiting for him to be ready so I could help him pack for his trip, waiting for lunch, waiting for the boy to leave, waiting for him to arrive at his destination, waiting until I heard he stepped on a bus heading in the wrong direction, then he sat on there all the way around town until he managed to miss his stop, and then he couldn't find the person responsible. By then he was somewhat late. Funny, that.
In the end he arrived safely, or so I gather, and since I didn't hear anything else I'm assuming things are fine.
I did try to write some after that but found that I was just too tired and frazzled, and so I went to bed at 8.30 and slept for nine hours.
Which made me think that today might go better but then it turned out that my mother-in-law is still not feeling well. She already made an appointment with her doctor for Monday but decided that she feels unwell enough to want to be in the hospital over the weekend.
So I opened the door for a bunch of paramedics and doctors before even having breakfast this morning, and they gave her an infusion, and carted her off.
I'm sure today I'll be all calm and focused and productive, don't you think?
If I manage it I want to clean the house, help making pizza, write all the words and record a podcast. This will be fun for sure.
Oh, and my cold has settled in and has added a lovely light cough to the symptoms. The throat isn't hurting as much anymore, though, because of all the mucus, so that's alright.
Maybe I should admit defeat, go to bed and stay there for the rest of the week. What do you think?