The world finally stopped spinning for us this week and we were able to step off, have a moment, smell the roses. Both of us were hit almost immediately with … something, but it didn’t last long. We’ve had quite an idle week, though, considering how busy we’ve been recently.
The poet painted a garden bench and cut the grass. I managed to empty one very small bag and take another upstairs. Oh, and we did some shopping. And that’s it.
Aside from work, of course. We both had a nice short week and today is a nice short day. But this weekend is the first one in an age that we haven’t got to do anything. We don’t have to be anywhere, see anyone, do anything. And, boy, are we going to enjoy it.
Today I had planned on posting pictures from last Sunday’s day out to Alrewas. But they’re not on the portable hard drive, although I know they’ve been done. As any other events we attended were all as far back as May, you’re getting a bit of a waffle-post instead. 🙂
I’ve delivered a book this week, and will invoice for that later today. I’ve transferred an old novel over onto Scrivener. I’ve started to build a new novel on Scrivener. I’ve transferred more of CATCH THE RAINBOW onto Scrivener. And just this second I received an email with the latest requirements from fave short story market, so I’ll have a look at that then read a few copies of the magazine to see what they’re using at the moment.
Over the weekend we’re emptying more boxes and no doubt weeding out yet more clutter.
This week’s to do list will appear on Wednesday. This is mostly because I haven’t done it yet – which is mostly due to the fact that over the weekend I moved house and office.
We’re all settled now, although it probably will just be temporary until we find somewhere more suitable. Holly is the only one who’s still a bit nervous. The cats can’t go out yet … well, I say that, but Domino has already been out several times, explored the back garden, and come back in again. But generally, the cats should be kept in for 3 weeks.
I can’t see Holly standing for that for 3 weeks. She’s always been an outdoor cat, so I’ve been buttering her paws for when she can’t stand being cooped up inside any longer. And not just cheap margarine either. No, she’s been getting proper posh butter.
Rufus has been to visit loads of time and he’s just happy to settle in whichever basket or on whatever comfy seat is the closest. He also thinks that the garden, a real, actual, proper garden with grass and stuff, is the best thing ever.
And Domino has just taken it in her stride.
The garden has birds in as well, so the cats have enjoyed squeaking at them from the other side of windows while the dog has had the best fun ever chasing them away.
I’m finding my way around too, but the office is temporarily up and running on the kitchen table. I’ll be sharing a room eventually with the poet, who has a music room, but we have to rearrange the furniture and get all of mine in there too.