... as a writer:
I launched the kids to school, watched the news, had breakfast with The Hubster, fixed coffee and opened the file for my work-in-progress. For some reason being on the edge of sleepy helps me to just sit down and write then revise it later.
Started the dishwasher. Fixed a pot of coffee.
A neighbor came to buy eggs. I hadn't seen her for weeks so we caught up on her kids going to a new school and her husband recovering from a broken leg.
Poured my coffee.
Phone rings: "You know all that bellerin' we heard last night? The cows got out in the corn."
There went the morning. I'm back now but I'm soaking wet from chasing cows out of eight-foot-tall corn rows. In some places just a few plants were a little crooked.
In other places, the cornfield looked like a bull-dozer had gone through it. No wonder the pioneers used oxen for so much. They sure cleared a path through there!
Alls well that ends well. And I can microwave my coffee.
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