Today has been just a bit ridiculous. I now have only 35 minutes before I have to pick up the moppet from school and I feel I have accomplished absolutely nothing even though I have been working at the computer all day. I have my dirty breakfast and lunch dishes still sitting here next to me on my desk. The dryer’s annoying end of cycle signal is screaming at me to get up and attend to it. And I’m still in my pajamas. What gives?

First of all, I have been trying to discover a new layout for the blog. I never realized how many friggin layouts there were to choose from. And they are all downloaded differently . And they can massively screw up your layout. I think I have wasted over an hour trying to figure out how to get my dashboard back–unsuccessfully, I must add. Why was I not granted the gift of understanding computers? I consider myself pretty good at layout and design (I was editor of my high school yearbook eons ago) but the thought of html just makes me queasy. I know the look I’m going for, I just don’t know how to achieve it. It would also help it my computer wasn’t elderly and sluggish. Hard to believe something only 5-years-old can be ancient–I suppose in that case I must be a fossil.

Meanwhile, I am supposed to be writing. More ideas keep flooding in at all hours of the day and night. My husband is starting to think I am loosing it when I grab my slip of paper on my nightstand and jot down another detail. He asked last night if I was going to start building monoliths out of mashed potatoes or writing on walls. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Hon. You just compared me to a obsessive UFO hunter and an insane sadist. All I want to do is write a readable, sellable novel. Perhaps I am just as crazy as those two characters, if not more…

…Two hours later and I am finally home. My lovely little suburban paradise is on lockdown. Literally. There are police at all entrances to my neighborhood and major intersections turning cars away. The sound of a chopper circling overhead is NOT music to my ears. Don’t we all escape to suburbia to escape this crap? They better catch this “armed suspect” soon. I currently have no husband, weapons, or wine in my house. Just another day in paradise….