Sunday…Resting?

I’m back to work full time as of last week (although only because I don’t have to sit in an office chair full time. I tried that for two of my eight hour days and paid dearly for the rest of the week). Yesterday was a full day of show choir and gymnastics spectating.

Today is supposed to be resting, so I worked a couple hours to make up for the Friday afternoon I took off, made breakfast, made bread dough, prepped ingredients for a chocolate quickbread, and have cruelly forced teens to get their buns out of bed at noon and do their chores. Evil stepmother? Yes. I need to force the twins to do some driving today, which will likely coincide with grocery pickup since I can’t lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk.

I also owe a blog post to my publisher, a couple of author copies to a store in town for display, a date for an author signing at said store, and a few other writing bits and bobs.

Is the long form of “bits and bobs” Elizabeths and Roberts?

This is me, trying to figure out ways to balance my sanity and mental health against the infuriating horrors of the US daily news cycle.