Morticia
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This morning 3 rooms left at 7 am. One room came back at 1 and checked out. Unexpectedly, no reason given, just handed us the keys. The others we haven't seen all day. They're leaving tomorrow but we have no idea if we should prep breakfast for them as they didn't eat today. I've got to get the starter made tonight so it sets up. If it was something I liked I wouldn't care!
One room has spent the entire weekend sleeping. They come for breakfast in their pjs and go right back to bed. They're having a wonderful time relaxing.
OTOH, I did a performance piece at our open mic night at the library. I forced myself to go. I've been a hermit since my mom died. I followed a guy who read a lot of poems about getting older and the things we miss and regret. I had to stop listening to him and kind of hum to myself to tune him out. I hadn't planned on the story I told being funny. However, the audience was guffawing and that relaxed me. (If I could stand rejection, I'd be a stand up comedian. Seriously.) Then a few people who are published authors came up to me and said I should look into submitting the piece for publication. That made me feel even better. Walking home afterwards under a starry sky, I thanked my dad for giving me the strength to get up and do what needed to be done. (Apologies to the folks at Powdermilk Biscuits.)
One room has spent the entire weekend sleeping. They come for breakfast in their pjs and go right back to bed. They're having a wonderful time relaxing.
OTOH, I did a performance piece at our open mic night at the library. I forced myself to go. I've been a hermit since my mom died. I followed a guy who read a lot of poems about getting older and the things we miss and regret. I had to stop listening to him and kind of hum to myself to tune him out. I hadn't planned on the story I told being funny. However, the audience was guffawing and that relaxed me. (If I could stand rejection, I'd be a stand up comedian. Seriously.) Then a few people who are published authors came up to me and said I should look into submitting the piece for publication. That made me feel even better. Walking home afterwards under a starry sky, I thanked my dad for giving me the strength to get up and do what needed to be done. (Apologies to the folks at Powdermilk Biscuits.)
