Late Night, Little to Say

I am writing this from my iPod because I almost forgot. It's been a terrible week. I haven't written or done anything with my goals. It started with three days of the eight year old at work. The last day of that was because of a snow storm. That same day, Wednesday, My friend's cat, who used to be my kitty before I had to find her a new home, died. Thursday when I got to work, the building started flooding. Things I had stored there got ruined. Access to the kitchen was cut off so no hot drinks during the day plus cold, wet feet all day from having to wade through some of the water. Friday was a continuation of dealing with flood damage.

So I'm a bit whiny. And still mentally exhausted. I spent a lot of time knitting and watching movies all weekend. Tomorrow starts a new week, though, and I will pick myself back up and restart my writing. Slowly. With time off if I need it as my emotions, still not fully recuperated from my my mother's health crises of last year, may need more time off.

That's all for my dreary check-in. I plan on having something better and more interesting to report on Wednesday.