Something woke me up at 6 a.m. this morning. I am not a morning person. I rarely rise before 8. I think it was thunder that woke me, but I really don't know. It woke the dog as well. I tried to go back to sleep, but finally gave up and got my day going before it was even 7 a.m.
By 9 a.m. I had managed to write some blog posts (for MormonBooksandAuthors.com), do the dishes, and start a load of laundry. By 11 a.m. I had all of my editorial work done for the day, plus the kitchen was clean. And somewhere in all of that I yielded phone calls, took a shower, and even colored my hair. (The drama my hair has been through in the last 2 months could be a whole blog in itself!)
It was a strangely productive day. I honestly didn't know what to do with myself after that. With so much free time on my hands I did what I am prone to do- shop. Even after I did that I still managed to have time on my hands, so I cleaned and organized my closet.
And somewhere in all of that I got some exciting news about a job interview.
This has been a REALLY long day! (And insanely productive.)
And yet, here it is, way past my usual bedtime, and I am still wide awake. I can't sleep. Too many thoughts are rolling around in my mind. I'm thinking about the future, friends, relationships, friends' relationships, my darling "Baby Ducks," my family, my dog (when did she start snoring so badly?), the weather (today there was thunder, rain, wind, flurries, and some sun. heaven only knows what tomorrow will bring.), my travel plans for the weekend, whether or not to contact a certain man while I am traveling in his area, a marketing pitch I am working on, and inexplicably, how I would give anything right now for a cinnamon raisin bagel. Oh and I am wondering how on earth the Benadryl I took over 2 hours ago has not knocked me straight out.
I almost hope tomorrow in an incredibly uninteresting day.