Domestic Therapy

"Mondays are not good writing days." So says Anne Lamott in, "Bird by Bird--Some Instructions on Writing and Life."

What a relief. And I thought it was just me and my fearful, worrying, stinky attitude that was the trouble...

The first half of today I spent fretting, praying, feeling generally miserable and trying to write anyway. I did manage to eke out a little.

The afternoon was much better. Mixed in with writing a report for work, I made a pan of cornbread and a big pot of beans to freeze in little containers for later. After dinner while my husband worked outside, I baked up some chocolate chip cookie dough and took the still warm cookies to him. (He didn't seem to mind the interruption :-). And since he was almost out of 409 I made a quick trip to Walgreen's on my way to the library.

I guess you could call it domestic therapy.

On the way home I saw the most gorgeous full moon too. I wish I had gotten a picture. But this picture of my husband with Chloe and Sonya is nearly as nice! Sonya jumped off as soon as she was done eating, but Chloe stayed a bit longer. This is progress, but I have hope that eventually they'll get on his lap even without being bribed!

Oh I almost forgot, I also harvested my first squash! It's the little things that excite me :-)