Another crazy-busy week, and I keep meaning to think of things to post and then … it doesn’t happen. I’ve been pushing away at a freelance writing deadline on top of all the normal life stuff, so there’s been little free writing time. And while I do have one more thing I wanted to pu on the blog, it’s another of those shameless self-promotion things, and I like to give people a break between those, because while promoting my books is one of things I do on this blog, it’s not the only thing and I think it gets tiresome if I do it over and over.
Not, perhaps, as tiresome as whining that things are really busy, I hate February with a passion, it’s cold and wet and cold again, and now I have a frakkin’ COLD, as if I weren’t suffering enough. I mean, I know on the scale of human suffering, me having a slight cold on Friday the 13th of February is pretty pathetic, but hey, I’m all stuffed up here. And I have to preach in church tomorrow, all stuffed up.
Then we have a tiny little family getaway planned, just a little ways across town to a motel that has an indoor swimming pool and a HUGE waterslide, so we’re going to hang out in a nice clean motel room and pretend we’re at the beach having a tropical vacation. The kids are so excited they practically ahve to be tranq’d, and I’m just grateful that they’re still so easily impressed.