I’m having a problem with my recharger for my laptop. I’ve ordered a new one (it’ll be here Sunday, thank you Amazon) but it’s entirely possible that I will be computer-less until then. So . . .
Happy Fourth of July, Americans. In honor of the holiday, I’m seriously thinking about getting DisneyPlus so I can see Hamilton and believe in my country again.
The new HWSWA post will be up tomorrow/Saturfay, by which time I’ll definitely be out of power unless I can fix this recharacter cord/find another one/switch computers. The site link is https://hewroteshewroteagain.wordpress.com. I think it’s on character. (Yes, I’ve been having a small problem connecting with reality this week.)
I had intended to put up new posts–talk about rewriting Liz, put up the revised first chapter of Lily, discuss Dick Francis novels, the usual–but it’s 90 here and the dogs and I are spending a lot of time stretched out in front of the fan, not thinking, so probably not.
My last deep(ish) thought was, Maybe the bad recharging cord is a sign I need to recharge my life. Also known as the Philosophy of It’s Not My Fault & It’s Probably a Good Thing Anyway even though it’s obviously my fault for not taking care of the damn cord and not having a computer is never a good thing. Rationalizations R Us..
I’ll go schedule the happiness post now. Have a marvelous weekend! Don’t set off fireworks! Wear your mask!