Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.
Oh, WordPress. Where do I start? My entire life is a never ending “to-do list” that never really gets done. Dishes, laundry, paying bills, and keeping the Furbeestes both indoors and out alive is my adult version of The Never Ending Story. Maybe tomorrow I’ll tackle Mount Washmore, which has taken over my love seat. Last night I finally checked off the 15 minute fix on the vacuum cleaner that’s been sitting downstairs in the haunted basement for the last six months gathering dust, so there’s a win, I suppose.
I also need to find a touristy story for the writing job that actually pays the bills, even though no one really gives a flying pug about visiting Nebraska in February unless they’ve got a hypothermia fetish.
But first, coffee. Depending on how many text messages and missed calls from my editor are on my phone when I get up at 7 am, it may also include a shot of Pendleton whiskey.
Cat Hoskins 