Conveniently the Daily Prompt for November 9 was:
No Apologies.
Convenient because I didn’t get a blog post out for November 9 (aka NaBloPoMo Day 9). It’s like the universe was saying to me, “It’s okay. No apologies are needed.”
It knew I had work. It knew that it was Monday. And it knew that we had our monthly homeowners association meeting that evening.
I like to go to the meetings when I can because our community has issues. We had six months of pink insulation and no windows just last year … I like to know what’s going on.
There was some good discussion and some bad discussion. Our volunteer board of directors works hard. I admire their stamina! The meeting sucked two solid hours out of my evening and even more from their’s. Bam! Gone.
I walked home in the chilly drizzle. The family ate dinner without me which is a good thing since it was well past 9:00 when I got home.
A bowl of soup and a fuzzy blue TARDIS blanket later and I could barely move. My last thoughts before drifting off to sleep were “blog post” and “laundry.” I thought about checking the Daily Prompt right then, and my daughter was out of clean pants. But the warm blanket and sleep pulled me in.
I fixed the clean pants issue in the wee hours of the morning. Our downstairs neighbors may very well hate me for doing laundry at 3:30 am. I thought about blogging at that time too but decided a little more sleep would be good and it was already late …
I still have a learning curve. I really should have made two posts from Sunday’s one long post on fragrance and Glade’s falls scents. That way I would have had something all set for Monday. Live and learn.
I laughed a little when I saw the title. The actual Daily Prompt for yesterday was:
No Apologies
It asked, “What’s the one guilty pleasure you have that’s so good, you no longer feel guilty about it?”
I can think of quite a few guilty pleasures. The one that’s so good?
Tucking my feet under a soft blanket and resting even when I know I have a billion things to get done. Irresistible!
(But I still feel some guilt when the stuff doesn’t get done.)
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