While all the rest of us writers are sitting here hoping against hope that we will hear something of dear Lady Abigail’s and dear Lady Grace’s lives, I’m going to hold up my self-enforced schedule and post again.

For a writer, I’ve not been doing much writing lately. In case you are curious as to what I HAVE been doing, I’ve mostly been packing. And surviving work. Really, my days have consisted:

1. Get up late, rush around to get ready, and run out the door ALMOST late.
2. Get through the workday with a huge flux of emotions that ranges from very upset (I might even dare say angry were I not an enneagram one), to reminding myself I am a Christian and calming down to thinking I am really overreacting over everything and I would be fine for here for another few years, to watching the clock with yearning wondering why half an hour feels like hours.
3. Get home, heat up dinner (or eat out half the time) and pack while watching Chuck before collapsing on the couch, watching more episodes far too late to avoid the next day, finally forcing myself to bed, and starting over again the next day.

Oh, other things have been interspersed, but that’s mostly been it. On the up side, two more days and then we move! So I’d better get back to it.