What an excellent writing day I had today! All four thousand words, my quota, just seemed to spill out onto the computer screen–I watched the action unfold in my imagination and then simply wrote down what I saw.
Bernicie and I had two walks, one in the morning and one this afternoon, when I’d finished my pages. The weather is cold but otherwise completely glorious, and the walks have turned into my prayer time.
I plan to spend at least some of the evening downstairs, in my craft room, which no longer looks like a blurb for “Hoarding: Buried Alive”, thanks to Debbie Korrell, Nicole Clark and Chris, who tries his best to keep chaos in check.
Mom and I enjoyed a birthday lunch on Saturday, at Red Lobster, which is one of our very faves. I set aside the D.I.E.T. and had some of those amazing cheese biscuits. Yum. Mom looked mighty snazzy, all dressed up in her red coat and red shoes, and the wait staff gathered around to sing a round of Happy Birthday. I conducted, instead of singing.
Wendy had a nice birthday yesterday–she and Jeremy were planning to whip up a special sea food dinner at home. What a lucky woman I am, to have her for a daughter.
And that’s the news.
More tomorrow, though whether I’ll blog in the morning or the afternoon is anybody’s guess. Either way, I hope you’ll stop by.