The week after I finish a book is always interesting. During the final stages, I’m so immersed in writing that everything else just… goes away. Including my brain. And it hasn’t come back yet.
I tried to come up with a coherent blog post and instead spent an hour staring into space and mumbling non sequiturs. So I’m just gonna go with that.
Here’s what my week was like, in no particular order:
Ironic: This week I kickboxed, lifted weights, planted a few thousand square feet of garden, shifted a ton of garden soil, mowed the lawn, did some minor home renovations, and generally abused every muscle in my body. I was fine. Then I hurt my back… bellydancing.
Efficient: I finally discovered the secret to efficiency: a to-do list. In the morning I wrote a list of all the things I wanted to get done during the day. Then at the end of the day, I wrote “Tomorrow” after the “To-Do” title. Voila! Efficiency. Now I don’t have to make another to-do list.
Fashionable: In my closet, I have a skirt… hey, don’t laugh! I really do own a skirt. It’s a broomstick skirt, which, for the uninitiated, is a skirt that looks as though you’ve rolled it up in a ball and slept on it for a couple of months before wearing it. It suits my attitude toward dress-up clothing just fine. I unearthed it a while ago, shook it out, and then hung it tenderly back in my closet. You never know when I might need an easy-to-care-for skirt.
Oblivious: I showed the above skirt to a friend about a month ago, and she said, “Oh, what a great skirt! I remember when those were in style!” Then the conversation moved to other topics. Just yesterday it filtered through my thick skull that my beloved skirt had been insulted…
Illogical: About six weeks ago I hurt my arm kickboxing. So I ignored it, because everything gets better sooner or later, right? But it kept hurting, and a couple of weeks ago I threw a punch and ouch! So I went in at the beginning of the week and got a diagnosis. Apparently I have tennis elbow. From kickboxing. Makes perfect sense. (Fortunately muay thai allows strikes from fists, feet, elbows, and knees, so I can still train. Otherwise this heading would be “Illogical and Cranky”.)
Absent-Minded: I went for a walk, and half a mile down the sidewalk my brain suddenly shrieked: “Wait! Did I forget my pants?!?” The relief was indescribable when I looked down to discover that I was actually dressed. The subsequent question, “Are they done up?” was anti-climactic by comparison. Unfortunately, accidentally going sans pants isn’t an inconceivable scenario for me. I’m not in the habit of wandering around half-naked, but when I’m this distracted there’s always a possibility that I might begin to change clothes and just forget to finish the job.
Gluttonous: Because the universe has a cruel sense of humour, it was my week to be Designated Driver. So I haven’t even had a beer to celebrate finishing Book 8, but I compensated by eating a candy apple and a triple-chocolate ice cream cone that was as big as my head. And I have plans for beer this weekend, so all is well in my world.
And that was my week. How was yours?