Last Tuesday I flew from DC to Tucson. It took a day, two flights (through Houston), and then I worked pretty much 12-hour (or longer) days Wed-Sat. Now it’s 6:22 a.m. local time and I’m in the Tuscon airport waiting to fly to Phoenix, then Houston, then DC. I get home at 6:53 p.m. eastern time.
Friday I leave at 5 p.m. for Myrtle Beach, and come back Sunday night. The next weekend my grandparents visit, the weekend after that I go to Spartanburg for Mothers’ Day (another Friday-Sunday trip). I get tired just thinking about it.
And it wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have so much work to be done between now and Tuesday. If I just write what I can today and email it in for tomorrow, then I actually can take tomorrow off (like I’m supposed to).
I have a new idea for a book. It’s just the tiniest little inkling of an idea but I really like thinking about it.