by Lillian Csernica on May 16, 2016
My day began at 4:15 a.m. when Michael had a serious coughing fit. Fortunately, I’d fallen asleep on the couch again, so I could dash through the kitchen to his room. I spent the rest of the night on the couch in his room, getting up every time he had another coughing fit or I didn’t like the way his breathing sounded.
He had no fever and his blood oxygen level was OK, so I sent him to school
Took a nap. Did my laundry. Tried to get more writing done. Failed miserably.
Picked John up from school. The usual traffic chaos ensued. I’m not sure which I want more, an air horn or a laser cannon.
Drove to the tire repair center so I could get the new right rear tire put on in place of the spare. Yesterday I got my first flat tire. That was not a pleasant experience. Had to call Chris for help. It being Sunday, no garages were open.
The tire hadn’t come it yet. It would arrive within the hour.
So John and I sat in the Burger King across the parking lot. He did his homework and I cut more text out of the synopsis for Sword Master, Flower Maiden.
The Tire People called me, put my tire on, and I took John home.
Michael was not doing well. The coughing situation continued at school. My sister was on duty with Michael this afternoon.
I happened to go next door to talk to my neighbors, the ones on the left side, not the ones on the right who have the child I refer to as the Cute Little Hellspawn. The man makes guitars and has forgotten more than I’ll ever learn about all the different parts and the amplifiers and speakers and all the other equipment that goes with playing guitar. I spent most of an hour there listening to him talk about his guitars and play a few for me.
So of course, when I went back home, all hell was breaking loose because nobody knew I was next door. My fault. I should have said something before I left.
We were out of Benadryl. I had to drive to the store and buy some. So I did.
I get home, and my sister had called one of our R.N.s, who said Michael would do better to take Tussin than Benadryl. Did we have Tussin? Sure, two doses worth.
So I drove back to the store. Mind you, it was after seven p.m. and I hadn’t even managed to eat dinner yet. I was tired, grumpy, and my vision seemed a bit blurred.
That’s when I realized I’d left the house wearing my computer glasses.
At the drugstore, there was a Perfect Storm of a new, inexperienced checker at the register, the customer ahead of me had a ton of items, and the debit card reader was acting up again.
I am home now. I have a pile of manuscripts to read. I have a synopsis to edit. I have laundry to fold and put away. And then there is the list of things I still have to do to get ready for BayCon and Clockwork Alchemy.
So tell me, how was your day?