It is, actually.  Fall swoops in next week, so this is the official last weekend of summer.  And I slept half of it away – odd fever dreams dominated my day yesterday.  So today I have a ton to do!

I’ve been thinking a lot lately, even though I’ve been quiet here.  Life has gone ahead at warp speed – I autocrated the Harper’s Retreat event over Labor Day weekend here in New Hampshire, and then did my Remicade treatment the day after.  Then our van died, so I’ve been dealing with that as well.  No real writing, although I’ve got the beginning of the next short story that I’m working on (for an anthology I’d like to be part of).

This morning, I got up about 10 minutes after my alarm went off, and went into my office – and wrote.  I did my morning pages, just like I’ve wanted to.  Bear came in with me and fell asleep in the sun while I poured out the odd dreams I woke up to.  It’s  now a little past 10, and I’ve fed hubby, had my first cup of tea, and my breakfast is simmering on the stove.  I feel alive.

I do have a to-do list today, and it’s long, but I feel it’s all perfectly in my grasp:

– put away folded laundry in living room

– fold laundry in dining room

– put away laundry in dining room

– go to WalMart and get eyes checked

– Stop at Carter Hill and get apples and cider (and maybe donuts!)

– make mushroom-leek-ham soup for the week

– make herbed ravioli for dinner

– make maple-mustard chicken thighs for the week

– clean up kitchen

– Bread? (question mark because I’m not sure if I want to or not)

– Write 1k on Black Rose

– Catch up on email

– Store run: containers, pop-tarts, anything else I think of.

That looks doable.  Onward and upward!