So my friend B is getting closer and closer to re-opening her coffee house, and I’m helping her as much as I can. I’m doing a lot of grunt work, getting dusty and dirty and spending a lot of time away from home and my kitties. On the one hand, it makes me feel really good that I’m doing this for her–and that’s not gonna go away. I will always feel good about this. She needs help, and I can help, even if it’s mainly painting, vacuuming, lifting, and various other minion-type things which need to be done.
On the other hand, right this moment, I wouldn’t mind being home, showered and fed, curled up with my cats, watching another episode of “Torchwood: Miracle Day” (which is out on Netflix streaming), and anticipating falling asleep very soon. Instead, I’m sitting on my ass on a cold, dirty concrete floor, waiting for the carpenter to finish fixing the front door. I’m not technically complaining about this; I’m very glad I can do this for my friend, who went home about an hour ago because she felt yucky and has had a pretty icky day.
I am, however, totally using this update as my 5 minutes of writing today. I believe I did 5 minutes at least twice since Wednesday, possibly 3 times. This is up from no writing at all for weeks ms weeks, so I call this last update period a win. 🙂
Even if my ass is so cold I’m not sure if it’s still attached. 😉