Yes, I know, it comes around every week like clock-work. That’s not what I’m saying.

Take this morning, for instance. I really didn’t think I was going to make the 6am wake-up radio after it took over an hour to get to sleep last night . In fact, I had a very realistic dream where instead of waking up at 6 or even 7, I woke up at 8 when the radio-alarm auto-offs and had to rush to get dressed, brush my teeth, didn’t even have time to wash my hair so I just pulled it up into a messy ponytail and rush to the car, grumbling and cranky, and I’m in the middle of traffic, thinking that I should call the office, when I look at the car clock and see that it’s only 7:20. Apparently I must have hit the wrong buttons and advanced my clock. So instead of ending up 45 minutes late, I was going to be 10 minutes early. This is when the alarm actually did go off and I had the momentary thought of, ‘wow, that was very convincing’. While I wouldn’t exactly say I was chipper this morning, I did have plenty of time to wash my hair, make coffee and toast, and finish the backgrounds on tomorrow’s RA…

Fast forward to the end of the day and we get our second unexpected. I almost talked myself out of writing today. I wasn’t (still am not) feeling well and I needed to get to comic scanned, blah blah blah, but I really needed to get started on Sept’s articles if I had any hope of getting them done in time to get October’s done in time to get November’s done before November begins (at least the drafts… November = NaNo and I don’t know how I’d manage both if I didn’t try to get a little ahead on the paid stuff). But I went. And I wrote. Thing is, I didn’t right the article I intended to: I wrote the next one on the list but only because as I started to list points and notes for the first I realized that some skills for this article were going to be addressed in the next. So I wrote that one instead. I need to do the visual aids for it (it’s another calligraphy article this week) and finalize some specifics (and editing, oh, yes, the editing) but the fleshy outer shell is there. Cool.

Of course, now it’s 9:15, I’m still not feeling well (even after the fail-safe noodles for dinner) and I’m going to take myself to bed with the Frida Kahlo biography and read til I fall asleep.