6 days until Twice Upon A Roadtrip releases! I’m all a’jitter and can’t seem to sit still.
This is not necessarily a bad thing. We have a gas fireplace-stove-thingy in my office which “takes the edge off” the downstairs and, due to its high-effiency, complements our boiler quite well. Unfortunately, massive summer-grown piles of books, papers, folders and more piled around said gas fireplace is considered a safety no-no. Since we’re hovering right around the frost mark in the mornings, it’s time to de-fire hazzard the office.
We also might be moving our departure for camping from Thurs the 6th to Fri the 7th because of the ginormous amount of work the husband & co have going on. Considering I was a little bummed about leaving town the day after my book releases (Paging Dr. Freud…) and I’m in no way prepared for an arctic vacation yet, that’s not a bad thing.
All this stuff, combined with the short kid’s allergies, has sent my muse far under the desk. I’m hoping to see her tomorrow. And I haven’t seen my blogging muse in days.
So off I go to try to stack my piles of books in such a way they aren’t in contact with extreme heat and/or fire, and I’ll leave you with a saying that my mother cross-stitched for me (Paging Dr. Freud…code red):
I’ve gone to find myself. If I’m not here when I get back, keep me here.