I haven't officially recovered from Thanksgiving, but I am already ruing the fact that I can't eat everyday what I ate then. Baked mac and cheese; bread; five different desserts; lasagna; cornbread; mashed potatoes; a few other things I've already forgotten--all that while visiting with my better half's clan. Then, at a friend's, one slice of apple pie, one slice of pumpkin cream pie, and one slice of chocolate cream pie. Surprised I could walk the next day! Whew!
As I write this blog, and comment on the 20 groups I've joined--and that's just on LinkedIn!--and update my profiles on all those sites, and more, it's occurred to me that I'm doing so much to advertise my writing that it's prevented me from getting any writing done! How absurd! So I've decided, starting now, to only spend an hour commenting on these things per day, and unfortunately I'm going to have to completely put aside all of the mss. I said I'd try to review for this blog and/or my site. (In my defense, I gave all those folks a lot of IFs, but I still feel badly about it.) I just can't do it all, plus my actual career (which itself would exhaust most normal people), plus take care of the house and have something that at least mimics a life. And, oh yeah, the reading and writing that must get done. I mean, I just realized right now that I've left a blanket in the washing machine for a few days, and my hallways look like mineshafts.
Gotta do less to do more. I need some sort of daily schedule, like Ben Franklin kept.
And a special get well to my better half's mother, who was not feeling well on Thanksgiving and had to stay in.
That just ain't right. Better than on Christmas, I guess.
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