**First a housekeeping note. At some point this week, my webguru will be moving my site from one server to another. My website may be down for a while. I’m not sure what day yet. I told her anytime this week is fine. Just a head’s up
Hope everyone had a great weekend! Ours was predictably quiet. Wizard’s not in the partying mood with his Frankenstein Stitches marching the lower third up his back Seriously, they really are big black stitches and look a little startling, but there was a purpose to it–if the spinal leak repair didn’t hold, and the surgeon had to go back in, this was an easier way to reopen the incision.
Thankfully, that didn’t happen! Clearly the surgeon did a really good job. But I love teasing Wizard about his Frankenstein Stitches (and Wizard has a good sense of humor).
This weekend, I spent a few hours a day showing up at my computer trying to write. I know this method of re-establishing my routine will work as long as my physical condition can take it. I’ve let everything, and everyone, else come before my work, which I had to do. But it’s time I go back to this rule: Prioritize my day to do my creative work, which takes the most brain power, first. Everything else can wait until I’m tired and out of words. It’s still a work in progress since Wizard comes first right now, but I’m setting the butt-in-chair habit, so by the end of the week when Wizard is a bit more healed and mobile, I’m back in the right mindset.
Today is Memorial Day in the States, and I always take a moment to remember of all those who gave their lives in services to our country. And to thank everyone who served. My father was a fighter pilot in WWII and while he came home physically whole, the war took an emotional toll on him. In his later years, he started having nightmares. I’m only sharing this because, while my dad had a good life until he suffered a cardiac event that took his life at 54, there is an emotional cost to military service, especially for those who see combat of any kind. My hope is that we are truly grateful enough to put significant, meaningful resources into learning how to help those who’ve served to cope with that emotional cost. As I said, my dad was lucky, mostly enduring a few nightmares and some insomnia. Other’s pay a much bigger emotional price and I hope that we learn how to help them.
Today, I’m making Wizard ribs for dinner. And Baby Slayer is coming over for a couple hours because…no matter how much I need to write, I can’t say no to him!
So how was your weekend?