August 22, 2011
Today is the day I planned to start writing this book, and I had wanted to get a strong start first thing this morning. But it’s eight hours later, and this is just the second sentence out. And it’s because of my pet, Natalie.
Instead of taking my son to an appointment and writing in the waiting room with the laptop as planned, I took Wes to the dentist and a very sick cat to the vet and forgot my laptop at home in the rush to get out the door.
One morning appointment morphed into an all-day affair, and by the time I got home (4:30 p.m.) I was too tired/spent/mad to go into the office. I was also many dollars poorer. ...