NoJoMo 18

Eighteen days into this and just starting to feel my mojo..just not the way I wanted to.

I worked today and a coworker worked today and…things didn’t go well. I’m not at liberty. Little eyes might be reading. Just suffice to say it wasn’t good. Though for once it had nothing to do with me. I caught it.  My nerves feel raw as if rubbed with a cold halved lemon. 

SO much to do tomorrow! Cam’s doctor at 9:15. Foot doc at 11:00. Physical therapy at 1:30. And in between I have to go to the bank for 2 checks, one for the cabinets/countertops and the other for the new floors. Topsy turvy in my stomach when I think of spending that kind of cash. 

Frank says I am getting slow in writing. I am. I used to just write. Now I think. I think too hard. I guard too much. Words and ideas don’t flow the way they once did. Painful seep now. Like spinal fluid instead of blood. 

Camden said, "I fart!"

"You farted?"

"Yay-ah."

"Is it funny?"

"Yay-ah. Faht is funny!" 

So it is.