My husband just called.
“Have you even been out to the dining room, yet?”
It was 9:30 and I had been trying to get online, writing on my short story, Amanda, and playing with farm show photos for my blog later today, when suddenly I remembered that I had calls to make this morning for CCSS, and I needed to print something. Of course, that didn’t work either.
“No,” I answered sheepishly. “Is there something out there?”
“I put it out there last night after dinner.”
Of course, I had been on the phone with California Council, then editing my notes from the phone conference, and then I was exhausted, and took a bath, and went to bed, and by that time, he was already in bed, so I didn’t need to go back out to the dining room.
I jumped up, and went to see what was there.