True confession time…I didn’t get a stinkin’ bit of work done yesterday at the track. It was 70-something degrees, two of my friends were there and there wasn’t a lot of lag time between our husband’s racing. So, we gossiped, held our breath while our dh’s made their runs, ate brownies, and enjoyed a gorgeous day.
Today is one of those days when working at home is difficult. We were gone so much this week-end, we were only here long enough to make a mess and then leave. I have to remind myself that if I were in an office somewhere, throwing in a load of laundry and cleaning up the kitchen wouldn’t be an option. So, I’m going to tune out the laundry, unmade beds, stack of mail, and the kitchen and get back to Nick, Serena, and Sheila. BTW, we ate out last night and our waitress was named Sheila. I almost blurted out, “Hey. The blow-up doll in the book I’m working on now is named Sheila.” But, thank goodness, for once I actually thought before I spoke…. :rolleyes:
Jen
