6/26/25 (sorta)

And so this week’s moment of…(sound like a needle scratching over a record – for those of you that remember that)

Well, okay. So this is what happens when I go away for 3 weeks. I totally forgot what day it is today. I was just sitting here, getting ready to sign off and go to bed, when I thought, I’ll have to figure out what I want to write about for the blog tomorrow.

And then I thought, Tomorrow? Wait…what day is it?

And that’s when I realized that today is Thursday, though really, as it’s 1:30 in the morning here, it’s actually Friday already.

I’m so sorry! I totally and completely forgot. Largely because I was fully immersed in almost finishing the first draft of the new novel, and going over the second draft of the new poetry book. And…because I’m here on retreat and not paying any attention to the clock or to the calendar. My daughter shrieked at me yesterday because I was eating lunch at 5:00, which was 7:00 where she was.

Honestly. I promise I will be more on track next week. If I had to choose a moment of happiness from this week, it’s that I’ve totally lost track of days and times. I’m usually obsessed with them, going through life staring at my calendar and at the clock on my cell phone. Right now, I’m not even sure where my cell phone is…

It’s all good. I’ll write next week. I’ll still be in Oregon, but I swear, I’ll watch my calendar.

And yes, that helps. Despite.  Anyway.