Today I literally started out by taking my 3-year-old son to school wearing my shoes on the wrong feet. My son dressed himself, and his were on correctly. My coffee maker (aka holy grail) broke and I just ate this for lunch:
Because despite the inauspicious start to my day, this has been a good week so far – especially on the goals front.
Goal # 1 – Got both Rant Rave Write posts up – one in which I have an epiphany on the unholy nature of being Passive Aggressive, and another about target marketing – All Market Indicators Point To Me Being Insane. That one even netted me a couple of new subscribers! So all that’s left is one 10 X 10 between now and Sunday. Piece of cake.
AH! WHY did I say that? I know better than that. Having said it, now I will surely suffer some weird head injury that renders me incapable of counting or something.
Goal #2 – Spent more than the goal target on the figuring out what to do with my pretty new domain thing. Yet all I know is that I know nothing. Progress?
Goal #3 – Social Networking. Facebooking to a party of 3 under the Page name Rant Rave Write, Tweeting like a lobotomized bird under the same. Haven’t hit the once a day target, but at least I know what the damn # does. (Thanks, Janet Parfitt)
Goal #4 – Nope. Haven’t cracked a one of the childrens WIPs
Goal #5 – Over halfway there on the commenting for ROWers, less than halfway on the non-ROW folks. Still pretty good for my weekly target.
Goal #6 – Started reading, may detour to give Scrivener a test-run before I knock out the edits on the paranormal.
Goal # 7 – Those white lights are still on the Christmas tree, but tonight’s the night for reeling in the holiday havoc. My office still looks like Romper Room blew up, though.
Check in done. Now I am off to tickle my local (the one and only local, I might add) store owner by asking her if she will brew me a pot of coffee and send it home with my husband in a gallon jog, so I can have some coffee in the morning.
Rural living sucks when you need a new coffee pot.
I have over an hour to drive to get a new one.
A store which has the capacity to turn me into a raging psychopath on a good day.
And, well, you know – I didn’t have any coffee today.
Mustn’t forget the Linky