42nd Birthday over. I was very very drunk. I regret that, not because I did anything stupid, but because the recovery took too long. My body has spoken: I am too old to drink like that.
School year is almost over. Thank the Nine.
Writing final exams and cleaning out my classroom this week. Next week review and cleaning out my classroom. Then finals. Then Anniversary weekend.
Then writing, and caring for my child, and cleaning the house and catching up on maintenance tasks I’ve neglected for too long. But a lot of writing. Because I need to finish this book, and move on to the next.
Above all: No more excuses. Either I write or I don’t. No explaining why; nobody cares, least of all me.
LOL. So many reasons not to write. :/ You don’t even need to spell them out, we’ve probably used them all on ourselves already. 🙂