Health: See above. I think that my cold/flu weakened my back muscles, or perhaps it was because it was cold. Who knows?
I lost 0 pounds this week, but at least I held steady. I waltzed, um no, contortedly crab-walked past Dunkin Donuts that were brought to work, and managed the work holiday party without even filling my plate once.
Exercise: I did manage to walk my dogs Friday and Saturday, walking like a car with a bent frame.
Family: There were lots of phone calls with my sons lately as the younger was flying to visit the older, and managed to miss his plane (yikes!). I will talk to my dad tonight and I need to call my sister. She’s recently moved from Eastern Time Zone to Pacific and those three hours really trip me up.
My husband and I did manage to have date night on Saturday. It has become enough of a habit that we don’t forget.
Friends: Not an epic fail, but not great. I did correspond with another friend I had neglected for months, so there is that on the plus side.
Writing: I found out how to move to the new domain, so I am going to look at fonts and other enhancements this week. I joined Jenny Hansen’s NaNoSlackMo, and have written almost every day, although I’m never awake when everyone is sprinting in the evenings. Sorry, Jenny!
I have to write a presentation for a job interview (woo-hoo!), so that overrides all the other writing tasks this week.
My second (of three) posts on Gratitude went up on Lapidary Prose yesterday.
And for Six Sentence Sunday, I have included below an excerpt from a short story that I wrote about a year ago. I’m revisiting it, shaking the dust off. The story is about a British war bride, the struggles the GI has with being in Britain, and his wife’s struggles when they return to the States. I posted an excerpt from the male POV a little while ago here. This excerpt is from the female POV. Both excerpts are about the night they met. Take a look if you want *hides*
Day Job: I crabwalked most of the week, sitting gingerly and wishing I was in bed.
As always, please go encourage the rest of the ROWers here.
Six Sentence Sunday
The sun was high before she woke up, but she had nowhere to be, so lay in bed lazily thinking about the previous evening and her handsome American GI, remembering seeing him across the room. To be honest, she first noticed him because he was tall and handsome, though not dark like in the romance novels, but with curly blond hair. As he came closer to her, it was his eyes that drew her gaze; they were a shade shimmering on the blue-green divide without committing one way or the other. After he disposed of the bothersome drunk, he spoke to her for the first time; his voice was a nice rich baritone with a not unpleasant American accent, neither too drawled nor too clipped. But as he took her hand into his to lead her to the dance floor, it was his smile that reached into her chest and wrapped itself around her heart. It was a smile that opened up the windows to his heart and aired out any dark corners he might have—genuine and freely given, she somehow knew that it was not unthinkingly bestowed, but was a gift to her, and only to her.