Monday strikes with full Monday.

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Let’s start of with I had to retype “Monday” three times. It’s so Monday and Monday MEANS IT.

I had one of those issues this morning with a part of bill-paying life we’ve started to take for granted. I don’t want to go into gory details on the world wide web, but I feel like I’m at the beginning of a long, twisted metaphorical headache.

Which could lead to a long, twisted non-metaphorical headache.

Woo. Hoo.

It’s gray and snowy and I set a goal to get my hall closet organized. It needed it like you wouldn’t believe, and I got ambitious with all the organizing I did for my parents. But I’m at the “What was I thinking” stage.

But here’s reality. If we don’t stop and take stock, we don’t know where we are or what we have. We become jumbled; it’s tough to see what’s what.

Or maybe that’s just hall closets.

So I’m off to the task at hand, made better by a lovely group of folks who helped me make a playlist. I highly recommend doing the same.

How’s your Monday going? Better, I hope, than mine. Have a great week.


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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
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NaNoWriMo WINNER!

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Well, I did it. I hit the 50,000 mark on my manuscript and won #NaNoWriMo. Actually I did it first accidentally when trying to see where I was in the official word count. I forgot that I’d started with about 12,000 words and pasted the whole manuscript in.

Instant winner.

Luckily now you can edit your count by day, so I went back, undid it, and wrote a total of about 5,000 words yesterday. The draft isn’t finished yet, but it’s picking up speed. This one hasn’t been smooth for me, the book or the NaNo, and I didn’t decide to do it until the night before, but now I’m glad that I did.

It was a good reminder that even when things don’t come easily, even when each little step forward is difficult, they’re still forward steps.

As for the dishwasher, in case you’re wondering, it’s safely ensconced in its little corner, ready for its first meal of dishes. I’m still figuring out the best way to load it, like so many new things it has more options than what came before.

Meanwhile, I’m giving myself a little break from the writing today, now that the pressure is off. Good luck to everyone still cranking away, and congratulations on the effort itself.

And to my fellow finishers:

Check out my recap of the hit new show “All My Traitors.”

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

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My Dishwasher Wasn’t Done with Me

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Last week, with my blogging limited in the throes of NaNoWriMo, I talked about my dishwasher, and specifically how much I hate emptying the dishwasher.

Well, apparently I hurt its feelings. Terminally.

Shortly thereafter, I was running it through empty for a periodic clean when I walked into the kitchen to discover foam oozing out of the bottom panel. Now I may not be a technical genius, but I’ve seen enough of the world to know that liquid oozing out of a part of a machine that is supposed to be water-tight isn’t exactly a good thing.

I tried to get to whatever obstruction there was that wouldn’t let the water drain, but that dishwasher would probably fetch a pretty penny on the antiques roadshow, and it was not easily disassembled. New dishwasher it was. Especially given it happened during Black Friday week, the traditional time of year when dishwashers are begging for new homes.

So today is the day, and I eagerly awaited the quick switch-out. I mean, I already have one, right?

Um. Yeah.

So as I type there are two men stretching their ingenuity to the absolute limit trying to make it happen. Very kindly.

Hopefully very shortly I will have a functioning dishwasher, and if you’ve ever wondered why the installers are late with your appliance, well, it’s me.

And what of NaNoWriMo? Well, I’m not done yet. There have been other distractions along the way, worse distractions, and while I’m not behind, at the rate I was going, I should be done by now. Oh well.

Hopefully I will see you all at the finish line. With plenty of clean dishes in hand. Which would make it difficult to type.

Check out my recap of the hit new show “All My Traitors.”

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.