Up at 6:30 am. Ran 5K. Took the dogs on my post-run cool down walk (that’s as much as they can manage with his heart condition and her arthritis). Fed the dogs breakfast. Filled the birdfeeders while the dogs ate. Forced six prescription medications into two dogs – one of whom is very creative in his pill resistance. Did a quick e-mail, FB, and blog check. Answered/commented on a couple. Showered and dressed. Drove to work. Worked a little over eight hours (ate lunch at my desk). Drove to the vet’s office, picked up more prescription meds for the dogs. Drove to the re-hab facility where my mother in law is recovering from surgery. Helped her eat dinner and stayed to put her to bed. Drove home. Changed clothes. Fed the dogs dinner. Forced seven prescription medications into two dogs – one of whom is still very creative in his pill resistance. Went through the snail mail. Ate a small dietetic dinner (blech) while reading a couple chapters of my current read. Ignored the housework, laundry, and other chores. Settled down at my desk. Checked e-mail, FB, and blogs. Answered/commented on some. Wrote a short post for my own blog. Now... the rest of the evening is mine. Writing time!
But it’s (yawn) almost 11:00.
Why aren’t my creative juices flowing?
I'm currently enjoying: A Murder Hatched by Donna Andrews
Quote of the day: If you don't have the time to read, you don't have the time or the tools to write. ~ Stephen King