I woke up this morning smelling donuts in my dreams. Nutty ones. That’s not a bad way to start the day. Here are some other pearls of hope in my life:
– I have nails now. After chewing my nails viscously for most of my life, I stopped a few months ago and they are all grown in nice and full and strong and without hangnails and other weird things hanging from my hands.
-Kelly Clarkson won two Grammy Awards. The world of pop music is heading toward balance in the force.
-I reread the first 100 pages of my new novel in progress and it doesn’t stink. There are even some portions that may not need to be rewritten more than two or three times.
-I completed one full scene and a paragraph of another on my Mexico-donkey-stripper story. And the deadline isn’t even until March.
-I have a second job interview today for a possible cool position with a local theatre company.
-I have my first substitute teaching assignment Monday. Junior high science. Lord help us all.
-The most beautiful women in the world, and possibly even Ohio, is coming to visit me this weekend.
-I will have a Valentine this year for the first time. Ever.
-My dad is alive. Yesterday he was rushed to the hospital with severe pain and chills and other nasty things. But after several hours of tests and poking and feline scanning they figured out it was nothing more than a stone. Job lost his family before his trials were over. I’m glad I haven’t.