The lengthy synopsis (12 pages double spaced) I couldn’t find yesterday? I found it last night in the basket by my recliner in my sunroom office, where I keep Greenies for Freddie and Sophie!
So there, Horrible Hydra Harpy!
That’s a lot of retyping that I could have done in probably an hour when I was young, typing 85 words a minute without being punished for it afterward with pain in every joint in both hands.
Osteoarthritis.
I shouldn’t complain. My wonderful sister-in-law, Charlotte, realized at 30 that she’d inherited ALL of her father’s horrendous osteo. How she’s coped with her hands being restructured, and the pain that goes with each renovation, I’ll never know. Charlotte, you’re incredible!
My osteo is NOTHING compared to hers. My husband always expected to inherit his share of his father’s osteo, but he still hasn’t! Charlotte is as happy about that as I am! As thrilled as my husband is!
He’s been an assembler for Home Depot since August of 2020. He’s so fast, putting together wheelbarrows, grills, toolboxes, and log splitters, people stop just to watch him! He LOVES putting things together!
At one point in our 51 years of marriage, he’d put together every piece of furniture in our home! Sauder! It’s the best! The holes line up perfectly!
Before I get started retyping that synopsis so I can submit my book to the new publisher tomorrow, I’ll have to take a break from typing. Or not. Sometimes, a break allows my hands to stiffen, so more typing is difficult.
But that book MUST be submitted tomorrow!
Are you aware that Valentine’s Day is a week from tomorrow? We’re hoping to celebrate that special day, along with our 51st anniversary—January 23—at the Longhorn Steak house in Lubbock, TX. We seldom eat steak anymore. Only on special occasions.
The Longhorn’s specialty is a 22-ounce Porterhouse. We share it. Plenty for both of us. With fully-stuffed baked potatoes, and incredibly crisp, delicious salads.
I definitely have to have a break now. As Jerry Clower said in the Bandit movie, “Gotta put some food down my neck.”
That happened just before he ran over the mean bikers’ bikes with his semi.
Sending pink bubbles with wiggly fingers to you, Charlotte! At least a million!
Hugs and Happiness!
Linda