I’m on my way to bed, having spent the evening printing, wrapping and baking for Saturday. Big news today was the death of a local teen who was killed in the park last night after trick or treat — the same park where I dropped my daughter to meet friends for trick or treat. The same place we go every Friday for softball. It’s too close to the bone, for all of us.
Last night, another late night getting ready — and a busy day today. 36 hrs to go. Lots to do tomorrow but we may just make it. We may.
Tomorrow — printing, photocopies, set up exhibits of Jane Austen and stamps, take raffle stuff over, etc. I also have to do goody bags. I’m pooped. Sciatica is screaming. Hope I’m still standing by the end of Saturday. It won’t matter. I can drink beer or wine or whatever — agua — on my back. Or on one elbow. Pizza and cocktails at my place afterward. Unless I’m too tired, and then I’ll just snarl and throw everyone out.
But today! I was officially back at the Alameda Sun today and huzzah, what fun it was to be there. And I started my NaNo novel today (see Nano blog to read it as it unfolds — 1500+ words a day for a month, a novel at the end of November. And today I started another book, my Year with the Saints. See that blog for a spiritual trek through the wilderness of my mind. I’ll be traveling for a year, blogging daily, on a pilgrimage. Where I’ll be at the end, I have no idea. A year ago I wouldn;t have guessed myself back at the Sun, writing two or three or four books and married to Patrick. And yet — here I am.
I want to say more but too many words have already flowed out of my brain today. So amen to all, and to all a gooooonite.