Piled Higher and Deeper

Chantilly, our pretty calico princess, was the only girl kitty. Angel was her hubby-cat.

Although I’m still sick, I am feeling much better than I was. I was even able to not only get words into the WIP while my littlest was in Preschool on Monday, but I was actually getting into the story again after fighting Bronchitis for almost a month.

On top of having the entire family taking turns being sick for the past month, one of our oldest kitties had taken a turn for the worse. A few days ago, as an alternative to kitty diapers we put her in the large dog kennel. She seemed quietly content there, and passed away quietly in her sleep on Monday evening.

Tuesday was a quiet day at home. My 13yo had dental surgery, so she spent the rest of the day on the couch, snuggling the oldest kitty who was a bit bewildered about where his wifey-cat had gone.

Wednesday morning, we discovered the Beta-fish had died.

What do you do when it just keeps piling up higher and deeper? If I was working for a company or against deadlines, my employers would not be happy with me right now. It’s been almost a month of being sick. Even though I’ve been in to see the doctor three times, and been treated with antibiotics, my productivity for the past month has been “barely scraping by.” In fact, not quite that, as too many things have been left in the dust, such as laundry. I’m wearing pajama-boxers as underwear right now, since I’ve nothing else clean.

On the bright side, besides feeling better I also have a 4yo who absolutely loves Pre-School. For three hours, three days a week, I have time to sit and write virtually uninterrupted.

I just have to tell myself that writing is more important than laundry.

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About AmyBeth Inverness

A writer by birth, a redhead by choice.
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5 Responses to Piled Higher and Deeper

  1. John Holton says:

    Sorry about your cat. They do have this habit of working their way into your heart, leaving a hole when they leave, don’t they?

  2. Gosh! Feel better soon, Amy! Thank you so much for the encouragement and congrats on my blog. It is greatly appreciated.

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