Thanksgiving Week: Ups and Downs

As always, Thanksgiving week had ups and downs.

Monday was great.  My daughter still had school, but I was off, so I wrote about 2700 words.  Then I went to her school and discovered that something was wrong with my foot; every step was painful.

Tuesday I dealt with the pain by walking with a cane all day, which included chaperoning a field trip–a walking field trip–for my daughter’s class.  At the end of the day I sat in my chair and barely rose from it until bedtime.

Wednesday was ok; a day with my daughter is always fun, even with the pain in my foot. Thursday was ok, too.  My in-laws and a friend came for dinner, and it was pleasant.  But that night I came down with a cold.  That was less pleasant.

On Friday the cold was bearable; but made me grumpy as hell all day.  On Saturday it morphed into full-on death plague, and I felt like crap.  On Sunday it got a little better, but still not good.

And today was fine–until my voice cut out in the middle of third period.  Now I’m croaking my way through the day.  Joy.

What a difference a day makes…

So.  I took care of my sister-in-law for a couple of days.  Today was my brother’s hearing, where the judge refused to let him go without bail, and refused to lower the bail to $500.  So, with my wife’s support, and knowing it’s going to hurt us, I bailed him out.  It cost a lot, in both money and spousal currency.    

This means I’m not going to be able to go to Viable Paradise even if I get accepted; between this and the unexpectedly-large amount I owe in state taxes (fuck you too, California), I just can’t afford it.  But that’s a small price compared to the fact that I am sitting in my hotel room with my brother, talking video games, family history, life, and Just Stuff.  (He’s on the phone right now, so I can type).  And I’m still going to write.  Who knows, maybe I’ll get in next year and be able to do it.  If not… well, that’s life.  Keep moving forward; there’s no going back. 

This blog seems to be growing in readership; we’ll see how long before you all decide I’m boring as hell and run away.  

I promise, my next post will be more about writing.