A bit of a miscalculation on my behalf this morning. It was raining hard when we got up, so I waited until there was a break in the downpour and took us out for a walk. I went to Los Robles, figuring if the rain started again it would be a quicker route back home…and good thing I did, because indeed, the rain started again!
Less than ten minutes in, the pitter-patter of a drizzle started, so we kept going. Five minutes later it had become “a steady downpour” and Keely was tugging me home. Poor thing, she still ended up drenched! Came home, ate her breakfast, then plopped down to pout about it. Poor baby.
The rain heralds a cold front, which is weird for March, but then, everything is kooky these days so why not, I guess?
In other news, it has officially been a week since my last day on the job at FSU. Wow. Time flies! And it has been GREAT! I’ve been gently sliding myself back into a truly productive schedule — mostly that consists of being consistent with things like this blog, writing every day, and tending to a lot of nit-noy cleanup tasks for my various websites. Including a new post at K.C. York Updatery! I am also working on the next course for The Author Alchemist. There are a lot of moving pieces to all my projects, so I’m still in the stage of figuring out a regular schedule and tackling things like marketing, but I’m feeling very positive about it.
Part of the joy of working from home is being able to use my own stuff, such as my Nirvana in Fire mug and the antique creamer that my friend Gina gifted me:
They are sitting on one of the old doilies my paternal grandmother, Pearl Maye Goodman York Price, made for me in the 1980s before she died. She was born in 1898, so this is a true connection to history. She said they are basically the same as the ones she made during the Great Depression using rolled up rags, when she was in her 30s, divorced from an abusive monster (my grandfather), and caring for three young sons in the hard-scrapple, dirt-poor land of Appalachia Virginia. Hard for me to even imagine!