Last week (and last night was no picnic, either) has just about flattened us. We are not able to administer assorted pills to Robbie. We are stressed out, weary, addled, a total mess.
To add to the fun, my manuscript for Ozias, Prince in Peril, has gone missing. I can’t find it. My editor can’t find it. Doesn’t it have to be somewhere? I don’t see any possibility of me re-writing it. I think that might just finish me off.
Maybe a cigar will help. I have to wait till after 12:00 to call Jill, my webmaster. She’ll know what to do! (He says this with a painful smile…)