OR
at the very same appointed hour, hear your husband say oh. my. GOD. upon going into the hall bathroom, to find that the ceiling has caved in and the room is full of insulation and soggy wall board?
Would you rather...
spend the day quietly working on your manuscript, fending off the ancient voices saying what is the effing POINT, instead finding the satisfaction in reconstructing the manuscript's narrative, its arc, its aesthetic, and whatnot,
OR
do this same whole manuscript deal shut in the bedroom with your dog, who is quietly whining in a voice full of pathos because he cannot fully inspect the roofing guy, who is here, there, and everywhere, about to give you an estimate for which portion of your fortune you will part with so that your roof will not leak?
It's the staving off the "what's the f-ing point" voices that takes the most work. I do wish you could have staved them off with a roof that did its part in staving off water.
ReplyDeleteI've found that life is much less stressful now that I've started agreeing with the voices. Much less everything, actually . . . . So well done, you, for still fighting the fight.
ReplyDeleteI am sure I would rather none of this. I would rather you were in Scotland hanging out with me.
ReplyDeleteLeaky roof = no good. So sorry. Why is it that dogs have such a hard time just napping when a potentially helpful stranger is in the house? Oh wait--it's good to have somebody there to warn of the stranger.
ReplyDeleteOh. The damn ceiling thing. I'm so sorry about that.
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