I was supposed to blog Wednesday, but was completely caught up in not knowing what day it was until the evening.
No matter, I thought. Everything is alright. I’ll just blog tomorrow morning.
Then, in the way of things, I couldn’t sleep. I sat up in the big recliner, a lonely figure in a small pool of lamplight, and rearranged my online farm on farmville. That will get me sleepy, I thought. I’ll be able to go to bed soon. I planted eggplants, I lined up banana trees, I rearranged my goats. . .
Then, in the way of things, the sun rose. I didn’t notice until I suddenly wanted breakfast. I will only sleep a few hours, I thought. It is still alright. Then I will get up and blog before noon. I climbed into bed, slept hard, dreamt about farmville . . .
Then, in the way of things, I woke up late today. . . too late to blog, but just in time to fulfill my promise to my mother. We had promised to take her out for Chinese. I got up, got dressed, and took my mother to dinner. I am a dutiful daughter. I am also careful never to get between my mother and her pot stickers.
It is now 10 o’clock Thursday night, and I am back from dinner with my mother, but with no working brain cell left in my head . . . Other than the eat-a-snack brain cell. In the way of things, I have no doubt that I will NOT sleep tonight, either. But at least, I can remedy my blog-less state.
Tomorrow, I have a book signing at the Starving Artist Cafe in Argenta, North Little Rock. It will be a debut signing of my second book, The Doll In The Wall. It will be from 5:30 in the evening until the Cafe closes. Tomorrow is also Little Rock’s Art-walk. I will be surrounded by artists and art lovers, so I know I’m going to have a great time people watching . . . and eating. I should get there early enough to have dinner at the Starving Artist Cafe before I start signing, and Randy will be there to remind me to pick dinner out of my teeth before I smile.
We will be leaving Little Rock late. We will stay until the Cafe closes. Then we will pack up. Then we will try not to get mugged as we search for our car, trying to remember where we parked it. Then we will drive home. We probably won’t get home until the wee hours of Saturday morning.
So, until next time, when I tell you how it went . . .
If anyone wants to check out my second book, or just read a short excerpt, just make a quick visit to www.thedollinthewall.com