- This is the day I meant to start posting interesting and inspiring blogs, after my winter holiday vacation to New Mexico.
- This is the day I meant to write a schedule for all the projects I have to do right now: finishing up Trails, work on editing a trilogy for a client, get back into writing The Madam of Bodie, my fourth novel, which I hope to have out later this year; plus schedule exercise and other, creative expression things I do, like beadwork, clay work, and crocheting.
- Yup, this is the day I was going to do all those things.
Unfortunately, I’ve come down with a virus that’s so bad I can hardly sit up, I’m so dizzy. I just tried to walk my dog around the hill and it was a disaster–I almost fell 3 times, and had to sit down on fire hydrants and safety rails a couple of time. Took over an hour for what, for me, is normally a 20 or 25 minute walk. Tufa couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me.
So … I’m going back to bed. I hope by Wednesday I’ll be back in good form, or at least, not so dizzy. Just wanted to let you all know, so you didn’t think I’d fallen off a cliff or something. You all mean a lot to me; I need you to know I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be back when I feel better. And yes, Mom, I had a flu shot!
I’ll leave you with a photo of the old Silver City, New Mexico, Catholic cemetery, a place we spent an hour exploring on our vacation. You can learn so much in an old cemetery. Scott wrote a beautiful poem about this photo, which will appear in Trails. The simple, wooden cross marks the grave of two infant brothers, Gabriel and Ray, born and died 27 years apart. Neither lived more than a week. How many were born in between these brothers? How many survived? Did the mother die of a broken heart?