The effects of not writing a WDIIA post yesterday: waking up this morning and not, for the life of me, being able to figure out what day it was today. That’ll teach me.
I spent most of my yesterday avoiding most things. I wrote an email. … and that’s about it. I don’t know why I have days like those, I just do.
Today was a bit better. I took Alex for a walk and we cleaned out the pantry of the expired boxes, cans, and jars of food. It was a cold but colourful day outside.
Photos depict scenes taken on our walk around the neighbourhood. 1. The first leaves on a maple. 2. Daffodils and red tulips. 3. Potted plants and ceramic bunnies.
I do love this time of year. The extreme cold and extreme heat I can do without, thank you very much.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
First, happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there! Whether you’re in a country that celebrates it today or not, I hope you did something nice for yourself. We all deserve it. ❤
Alex woke me up with a hand-drawn card and a potted plant that’s been sitting on my kitchen table since I brought it home from my mother’s place last month. And my eldest son cooked me dinner (penne with chicken in a lovely pesto sauce), so that’s been my treat for the day. I feel lucky to have all three of my kids home with me. Such a blessing.
Aside from that, there’s really nothing new to report. I worked a bit on the prequel to Saddled, which I’ll give away to subscribers to my newsletter. Then it will be on to Book 2 of that series and hopefully Book 3 of my “The Great Dagmaru” series before Book 3 of the “Once a Week at Woody’s” series comes out. They’re all written; they just need editing.
Busy busy.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
My neighbour and I sat outside this morning on our front lawns, chatting and waiting for the Snowbirds to fly over. We waited and waited … Figuring we’d missed them, she went back inside and I went for a walk with Alex.
We found the Snowbirds in the park.
Wait for it. Watch the sky.
(That’s Alex “talking” in the background.)
I had my sunglasses on, so I couldn’t see the screen and missed them flying away.
So cool. So uplifting. 🙂
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
We’ve had two days in a row of walking around the block, so that’s been nice. I have a little squirrel friend I’ve taken pictures of when I’ve seen him. I know it’s him (or her … we’re not that friendly … more acquaintances, I guess) because he/she has a tail with a white tip.
I didn’t take the first picture until I’d seen him/her a few times already. This one is from March.
Then here’s one from a couple of weeks ago, I think (who knows what week it is?).
Apparently he/she made it across the road. Or he/she turned back, one or the other, because this is him/her yesterday.
Feel free to speculate in the comments about why my acquaintance’s tail has a white tip. I’m thinking he/she had a run in with some bleach.
So, yeah. It doesn’t take much to amuse me these days. My world is getting smaller. As is yours, I imagine.
I spent a good chunk of the last two days listening to my short, light paranormal romance story. Listening really is the best way to find missing words and other mistakes the eye skips over. I plan to publish it on Amazon on May 19th.
Here’s the cover. Designed by yours truly.
Keeps me amused. Hopefully it will keep readers amused for an hour or so, too.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
I’m having one of those I-have-no-idea-what-I-did-today days. I was certainly confused over what day it was all day. For some reason, my brain wanted it to be Monday again.
I know I went for a walk with Alex today, because I remember how cold it was.
Oh, and I went out to get the mail, opened an envelope, gave myself a paper cut, then forgot about it until the hand sanitizer hit it.
Yeah, that wince you just did? That was me.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
It takes me three days to drink a bottle of wine. Four, sometimes. For the last two mornings (after drinking wine the night before), the heartburn has returned.
I refuse to believe it, damn it!
It’s the stress.
Yeah, let’s stick with that.
The child is restless today, so I’ve spent most of the morning being screamed at. Hopefully he won’t be stubborn, and he’ll want to go for a walk.
Yesterday:
Working backwards …
Midnight came and went (into this morning) and I decided to turn off my computer rather than write a late #WDIIA post and write one this morning instead. Which makes sense, really. At the rate I’ve been going, I should change the title to What Day Was It Anyway?
Earlier in the evening, I checked the local news and discovered the nursing home we were going to move my mother into has a Covid-19 outbreak. Dodged the bullet by a matter of hours there, as the decision came from the government to close new admissions to nursing homes less than a day before she was scheduled to be transferred. She’s still doing okay at the hospital.
I got a good chunk of work done on my short story, Pixy, yesterday afternoon, so I treated myself to a walk down by the water. I took a picture of this broken old tree, cracked but miraculously alive and still growing leaves, it’s top hanging in the lake, level with its roots.
That walk, combined with the one I took yesterday morning with Alex, netted me an interesting number of steps. 11,111. Maybe it’s some sort of sign.
Screenshot of my phone’s step counter showing 11,111 steps.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
And just like that, the heartburn is gone. It’s gotta be stress.
The only thing I’ve done that’s picture-worthy today … well, even that I didn’t do today. I took some photos for the Escapist Coloring Club, for when I post the prompt. Which I promise I’ll try to post later.
I did go for a walk with Alex today, but it was dull and damp outside, and nothing really inspired me. It’s supposed to be gorgeous outside tomorrow, so hopefully the crowds on the sidewalks and up the quiet street we usually take won’t be heavy. In some of the bigger cities, they’ve closed smaller streets for the pedestrians. Not here, though.
I feel sorry for those who can’t get out for walks at all, and I’m grateful I still can.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
I spent my entire Thursday thinking it was Friday. I guess I should have written this post earlier, eh?
I think the reason for my confusion (other than the whole every-day-is-exactly-the-same-as-every-other-day thing) was the fact that I finished cleaning up my mum’s place and Thursday felt like the last day of a week in which I had an extra day off.
It makes sense in my head.
If it wasn’t for the heartburn, I’d totally be drinking wine right about now.
But anyhoo, I decided to make today a vacation day. So aside from going through papers in my room to find some stuff the hospital needs for my mother, I did nothing. Nada. Zero. Zilch. Zip.
And it felt good.
The day just sorta slipped by so fast, I was surprised to see it was ten o’clock when it was ten o’clock. Because what other time would it be at ten o’clock? Yeah. 10:00.
But I sure was surprised!
Oh to hell with it.
Where’s the wine?
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
I finished packing and getting all of my mother’s belongings out of the retirement home a day early! Everything I could take in the car, that is. There are a few things still in her room–furniture, the TV, the air conditioner. They’ll stay there until the province decides to allow the home to take in new residents. There’s no reason for the home to even put her stuff in storage until then.
With that done a day early (it’s supposed to rain tomorrow, so I was motivated), hopefully I can relax a little. My heartburn is back with a vengeance, and I think it might be the stress. The only time I don’t feel the pain is when I’m drinking a hot cup of tea.
So I’ve been drinking a lot of tea.
Now I’m sitting on the couch listening to Alex giggle like a maniac over something he’s watching on his laptop upstairs in his room.
It’s the little things that make my day.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
Today is an exciting day! Why? Because it’s not every day you publish a book!!
Will an office no-dating policy stand in the way of love?
Since her breakup with her cheating ex, Sandra Weber has been just going through the motions as Sales Manager at Studletter Condom Company. But when Michael Thorne is hired as an assistant, sparks in the office begin to fly.
Though Michael, aka Saddle McFleshbomb, loves dancing at Woody O’Flanagan’s Pub, he’s looking to move up in the world. His schooling almost finished, he lands a plum job as the only man in an office filled with women: four so exasperatingly humorless that it’s funny, and one stunning beauty with a laugh that warms the cockles of his heart.
When Sandra shows up at Woody’s on a rare night that he’s dancing for men, she assumes he’s gay, and therefore the no-dating policy doesn’t apply. But he’s not. He’s intensely interested in her. And he’s afraid to tell her he’s straight.
If you like light romantic comedy, hot office flirtations, and a long slow burn, you’ll love Saddled, the first book in Linda G. Hill’s “Once a Week at Woody’s” series.
Score a seat at Woody O’Flanagan’s Pub today!
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Is Saddled x-rated? It’s definitely for adults, but there’s more of an underlying erotic vibe than all-out x-rated content. Here’s what a couple of advance-reader reviewers have said.
This was a really cute story. I loved how Sandra wasn’t the usual heroine. She liked him, she knew about his other job and still stuck with him. She didn’t cower at her ex and then not be able to decide who she wanted. She was to the poi t and she was consistent throughout the whole book.
Michal was just too adorable for words. I loved his humor and how in co Troy he was even while being ambushed by the ladies at work. Of course, they HAD to be “Karens”.
This was a really good story and even though it was 41 chapters, I wish there was more! ~ Sarah, Goodreads reviewer
And one more.
An entertaining start to a series, this was the first book I have read by this author. The story perfectly blends the right amount of humor with realism. Anyone who has worked in a professional office environment o aware of the drama and at times toxic attitude to be found. This story so perfe fly portraye that, and adds just the right amount of fun. I’ll admit, I expected more of a slapstick over-the-top story, based on Michael’s stage name, but it really wasn’t. The story does deal with some serious issues, but with a very light hand (brings awareness to the issue, but without overdoing it). Characters are great- and I look forward to continuing the series and reading Seth’s story. I received an advance copy for my honest review. ~ SJP, Amazon reviewer
Sounds like fun, right?
Anyway, that’s the end of my shameless self-promo for today, and likely for this book.
So pick it up now, and escape for a while in my fun new romantic comedy!
I want to express my appreciation for all of your kind messages of condolence. My way of coping is to put it out of my mind when I need to concentrate on the many facets of my life, and grieve alone when I have a moment. It seems, at this time, the only way to survive.
Thanks again. ❤
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
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