
I’ve accepted that any animal living with me will be a weirdo, but Korra has a particular oddness. She hates getting pets unless it’s done by a foot. At this point, I just roll with it.

I’ve accepted that any animal living with me will be a weirdo, but Korra has a particular oddness. She hates getting pets unless it’s done by a foot. At this point, I just roll with it.
Thanks to having a grueling day-job that requires me to be awake by 5:30AM, and the kids who like to wake up around that time anyway, it’s rare for me to still be in bed past 6. When it does happen, it’s accompanied by moments of panic as I figure out what day it is and what needs doing before leaving for work.
Today, I was spared that turmoil, but replaced it with confusion. Why in the world was I still in bed after 8? How much of a toll did the past work week take on me? If the children are awake, how badly did they destroy the kitchen?

But no, I did not go into a near-comatose state as a result of walking 90 miles last week. Or rather, I did, but it was a manageable coma. It was Sunday, so I could forgive myself for sleeping in. The kids had figured out how to use the TV remote (and we set up the Parental Controls a while back) so I could hear the television playing cartoons.
I had forgotten about Daylight Savings Time, and I felt like the morning had been wasted. But again, this is Sunday. I’m supposed to relax and just handle a few chores on Sunday. If I can write in my stories, I will. If not, I can’t be frustrated with myself. Now I just have to spend the day reminding myself to check the watch and re-train myself to accept going to bed an hour earlier than usual.
That, and cleaning the house/tackling strange chores. Such as cleaning up the doghouse and fixing broken toys.

I admit, I find it adorable that the kids took to the doghouse as a new art project, but until I can get the cover for the dog pen repaired (one good storm too many) they’ll need something to get into when the weather turns foul. They prefer being outside during the working day, but this is Louisiana; you never know if a storm will suddenly show up.
Follow that up with the usual “Daughter puts a broken toy on my desk” routine, and my Sunday is pretty much mapped out.

Now, I’m getting requests from readers to work on the “Sherlock Holmes: Wizard” story as well as the “Star Wars: Sidewinder” story, so I’ll be bumping my writing up in the priority list. That and finally starting my book reviews.
With that, I’m off to house-spouse. Happy Sunday, folks.
-JB Swift