Good morning to all. On Tuesdays I usually write the writer's weekly, but since I've been caught up in motherdom for the last few days I haven't been focusing on writerdom.
Today is the last day of a very long Easter weekend, the EMSB has checked all its school roofs and school will start again tomorrow. I can imagine the collective sighs of relief this announcement has created. I will join all parents now in a sigh...ahhh...
So, I will have to force my brain around work tomorrow, but not today. I have a couple short stories I should read before my class tomorrow evening, but even these stories won't get the attention they should. Why? Quite simply, I have lost my focus. The word fragmented came up yesterday and it still applies.
I won't fight it. I have ideas percolating, waiting to come out on paper and I keep telling them: Tomorrow my babies, tomorrow.
Alexander Woolcott gives me strength on days like this: There's no such thing in anyone's life as an unimportant day.
Thank you, Alex. I choose to believe you. A demain.
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Today is a school day for us, so I'm picking up the pieces and putting myself back together again, starting with a yoga class.
I'm envious! Yoga is very centering, I'm sure it'll help.
I am off to the movies.
Have a good one!
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