Average Jane’s Writing-Free Evening

Well, I haven’t gotten off to a very good start for NaNoWriMo.  Word count so far:  0

Yesterday afternoon my husband called to tell me he’d tripped and fallen at work, injuring his ankle.   He was obviously in pain, and I’m sure that wasn’t helped by the fact that he’s hurt the same ankle twice before.  He was ragingly crabby but unwilling to seek medical attention because "it’s too expensive."  I reminded him that we just spent $300 on vet bills, so surely it wasn’t such a budget-buster to spend $75 at the doctor (especially since it will probably be reimbursed by our insurance company). 

As soon as I got home from work, I dosed him with Extra Strength Tylenol, iced his ankle, went out and bought some crutches to replace the set we’d foolishly thrown away, and took him to the 7:30 p.m. chiropractor appointment I’d booked earlier in the day for him.

By the time we got home, it was after 9:00.  I got him more ice and fixed him some eggs and toast, then pretty much crashed.  I’d have liked to do some writing, but I was just too tired.

The rest of the week isn’t looking too good either, but I’m hoping to at least put in an hour or so each evening.  I have a strong feeling this is going to be like college (and high school and junior high and elementary school) all over again:  a marathon session with the deadline in sight.  Let’s hope not!