Writing Wednesday - Resistance!
I'm missing the baby Orb spider. She was there yesterday. I am assuming the spider is a she. I am also resisting with every fiber of my being to not do the thing I enjoy - write! My yard and how bad it looks would be top of the list of excuses. How it looks in terms of it needs to be attacked with the weed eater before I can even mow. But I am not even doing that because it is do damn hot and humid! I do not 'glow' like a true Southern lady is supposed to do. I f***ing sweat like I am standing under a water faucet! My face is beet red, making me look like I am going to explode, or implode, at any moment. Plus it doesn't help to have two 100 pound dogs panting around me like they are drawing their last breaths. If one should collapse, there is no way I could move them to the bathtub to run cold water over them. Sigh. Or the dishes - a point of childhood trauma for me. If I could manifest money as easily as I can manifest dirty dishes, I could give Musk a run for his mon...
