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Hi Honey, I’m home…
And I don’t want to be. I want to be sitting on the beach. Staring at the waves. Plotting. Dreaming. Doing nothing. Real life is hard to deal with.
Have to go out looking for a new car. My minivan bit the dust and they can’t find out what’s wrong with it. It just doesn’t start whenever it feels like it. We’ve dumped so much money into it, we’re finally going to say Uncle. But I don’t want a new car. I just don’t care about cars. I just want one that runs. And one that’s red. The only thing I care about. I do like sitting up high like you do in a minivan or in my dh’s truck. We rented a car to drive on vacation…and I just could not get used to the low to the ground thing. And it was a big old buick something or other. White
Have to go back to work. Get back into the getting the youngest up for school each day. Hear about the oldest getting stitches in his chin (when he fell at 3 in the morning. No, I didn’t ask…would you??). Bills to pay. Laundry to do. House to clean. Groceries needed.
And writing. I must get back into my writing routine. I plotted a lot on vacation. Wrote down notes. But not a WORD written on my proposal.
I think I’ll be crabby this week… 


