Perhaps it is not surprising that the past few days have been rather introspective, given the empty nest syndrome combined with my Weimaraner starting painful and dangerous heartworm treatment. On the latter, let me just do a quick infomercial for heartworm prevention. Missing even one dose of the preventative medication exposes your pet to heartworms, especially in some sections of the US. And a special word to those cat lovers out there. There is no safe heartworm treatment for cats.
Okay, on to goals. Among the various tasks of sponsoring, blogging, commenting, and thinking very, very hard, I did spend my two hours a day on writing tasks. I did walk my dog; yes, singular, since only Brigid can do the full fifteen minutes. Riley is off exercise until about six weeks from now.
On the rest of the goals, I did not turn in an impressive performance. I did post on the 42-line Bible, which is 555 years old this week, as my Literary Post of the Week. I was asked by a couple of fellow ROW80’s (thank you, Jamila and Crystal) to write on the history of profanity, about which I actually know a lot, and did some further research on that. But I am slipping into the Slough of Despond (I love the geographical names in Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress). I am feeling that I jumped into the deep end of the pool and am flailing away in the dark. I think I need to back off and plan a lot more than I have done so far. I thought I had followed the excellent advice given me (thank you, Gene and Marie), but I need to contemplate, write, and test the blog posts a bit longer. I started to write some book reviews, and got a very bad case of nerves, but I think I will concentrate on those and the aforementioned history of profanity. After that, I will try to come up with revised goals.