I Think My Muse Is Nuts

( Writing Muses are fickle - BIG time! )

Just when you think you have things all worked out, something like this happens to remind you that it's the Muse that runs the show. You're only along for the ride.

And all my nice plans for today are blown to Hell when I stepped on a piece of wood and drove a nice splinter deep into my heel. My DH tried to get it out - and failed. All he got were splinters off of the bit buried practically all the way under the callous on my heel. Soooooo… no shopping trip to SLO for needed supplies, no chiro appointment (because DH was digging at the spot with his knife and a pair of tweezers to no avail) and no new neon tetras for the big fish tank in the living room to keep the one sole survivor out there company.

Damn!

Happy Monday, f-list, she growls…