I just got back from the funeral of a wonderful woman I used to work with. The service was beautiful and after the reception was lovely. I spoke to both her grieving daughters and her husband and it was good to see my old boss and co-workers.
The service started at 10:30 - I left at 10 and started getting ready at 8. I didn't get home until 1:30. Now it's nearly 3 and I'm drained and sad and tired.
I haven't been to the gym in weeks - literally. I've been walking around here and frequently making my 10,000 steps, but last weekend at the lake, I was a slug. Getting dressed up to go to the funeral today, nothing fit, even with my Spanx. I felt like a sausage crammed into clothes. Not a good feeling. But only I can change that, so I need to quit whining and start doing.
On the writing front, my editor liked my revisions on The Wolf Prince, so I'll get the Delivery and Acceptance payment! Yay! Now I just need to hear on the HRS proposal. Tomorrow my plan is to start back on the Fast Draft writing and see if I can get up to par.
I just made some hot tea - my favorite soothing drink. I'm hoping it will vanquish my headache and give me a bit of an oomph so I can finish out this day.