I guess that's how this business goes, waking up to a flurry of email. And being on the computer at 6:51 to answer them. On the other hand, I suppose it it meritorious that I woke up at 6:20 of my own accord.
It's going to be a busy day. I have a lot of negotiating and budget stuff to do, then I have to pick up the house as a new realtor is coming to look at the house tomorrow. But that should only take an hour, and perhaps I can attend to it increments.
My eyes are crossed from looking at screens, yet the tv is on and I am looking at this one as well. Justified is on. There's a short shot of Jameson's over ice, and bed is beckoning.
So, all in all, things are fine but I am just working hard.
And then a great sadness ... Cosmo died today. He was a most most excellent kitty. He lived with Louise and Erik. I was told what happened, he passed away after some dental surgery, but I was so upset I can't remember the rest of the details. He was sweeter and more mellow than this picture shows.
And all I actually have to offer as a writer, is my version of life. — Anne Lamott
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