With mere minutes to spare (I thought) I hit the send button, catapulting my She Writes submission just under the deadline wire.
Turns out I had four hours left – Tom and I both weren't thinking straight on the Pacific vs. East Coast time thing – but that's okay. If I'd known I had the time, I would have used it, staying up way too late. I'm already dragging as it is.
I spent the past two days writing, writing, writing, trying to get those 2000 words just right. Sometimes the story just flowed – I was right there in it. Other times the words I needed were rooted in hard soil; I had to plant my feet and pull, pull, pull till they broke free.
Anyway, after staying focused on my book like that, and working the whole weekend, I'm behind on everything else again.
I'm not even talking about laundry. I can live with that. What stresses me out is my email inbox is overflowing and mostly unanswered, I have 341 unread posts on my Google Reader and I have no idea what celebrations, trials or tribulations my Facebook friends have been going through for days.
I don't like that. Will I ever find a balance?
Today I've been too scatterbrained and distracted to accomplish much of anything. Here it is almost 8pm and I have no idea where the day went, except for the almost 2 hours I spent on the phone with a nice lady from AT&T who tried to help me set up my outdated version of Outlook Express on my ancient computer, and the quick trip into town to light a candle in the church, water my friend's plants and grab some milk from the store.
See, as of yesterday evening, my dad is in the hospital. It's unclear exactly what's wrong with Daddy, but a good guess is some sort of circulation issue, his main gremlin the past few decades. They're running tests and I pray they're able to determine what's going on. (An update before I could publish this – so far everything they've tested is looking good! Maybe it's something minor after all!!)
I jumped on Facebook last night long enough to request prayers, and the outpouring of positive energy in my mom and dad's direction through prayer, good thoughts and love was phenomenol.
Thank you all! I hope to be a better friend and less of a scatterbrain next week. (No guarantees before then!)
I know that at times I will be troubled,
I know that at times I will be belabored,
I know that at times I will be disquieted,
But I believe that I will not be overcome.
Amen.
– Julian of Norwich
Long Hollow 
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