I am, for the first time all week, feeling like I might survive long enough to leave Monday morning.
It's great, because I can relax at Daddy's, visit with him and Dale and my baby girls, but still, there's been precious little sleep this week.
Next week is busy -- driving to Daddy's, cleaning, picking up company, a cookout, Ft. Worth, stockyards, Billy Bob's, Luke Bryan concert, Stephenville, bullriding, Scarborough Faire, coming back to Austin, Mexican food feast, touristing in Austin.
I'm fixin' to head to Daddy's for 2 weeks (sort of -- it's complicated), and I have to get all the shit I normally would have 3 weeks to do done in 1, and I have a church obligation, and I have a novel deadline on Friday, and I can't get rid of this damned headache!
It'll all be worth it, to be able to see Dale and the Barbiers, to do the Texas experience, but right now it's just all a little ACK.
I write romance novels of the gay, lesbian, bi and straight variety. I have pink hair, 18 tattoos, 3 dogs, and 2 Ls. I follow bullriders around the country, have traveled overseas to see Tim McGraw, and have been called conspicuous.