Moving-in Blues     Yesterday I did not make the mark, but I did write and I count that as a forward momentum. Meetings at school went late (whoever thinks that teaching is an 8:00 to 15:00 gig is not a real teacher), and then with the commute, shopping, dinner, moving-in chores and mom calling to tell us she is being scheduled for gallstone surgery (yeah, the hits keep coming, but that’s the way it is), I just didn’t have a lot of time.
     On the positive side of things, I got my bedroom squared away enough to sleep in it last night and I slept much better. My last bed frame squeaked and groaned like some sort of wounded animal, but this present frame, though not new, made no noise whatsoever. Wow. What a difference. I hadn’t realized how much my former “vocal” frame prevented me from falling into a more satisfying and worthy sleep.
     The new place has two stories. Callista cannot navigate the stairs with her three legs, so up until last night I’d been sleeping in a hide-a-bed in the living room both to keep her company while she settles in to the new place and because my room wasn’t yet ready for habitation. Well, last night was the night and I got better sleep than I have for a while. Unfortunately, though I set my alarm, I didn’t turn it on and woke up at 5:00 instead of 4:00 and thereby losing 3/5ths of my writing time, but with all the stress of moving and Bella running for it, I surely needed it. I suspect what I really need is about a week’s worth more! Did I say I’m looking forward to the Veteran’s day three-day weekend?
     Thus, I have but a few minutes to pen this and a few words on my NaNo manuscript. Still, I am hopeful and confident of reaching the goal. I just have to catch up. I’ve got my sights set on the Thanksgiving holidays as a catch all. We’ve got a whole week off and if I’m still behind by that time, I hope to use it to balance the scales. My administrator hinted last night, however, that he might want to use a day or more of that week for working on the report for the Western Association of Schools and Colleges (WASC) re-visit in the Spring. As a part of the Leadership Committee, I’m obligated to be there. Still, and after all the shit this month has dealt out, I remain fixed on that 50k.
     Note to self: remember to pick up writing fuel (coffee) on the way home tonight. I sucks finding out there’s only enough left for a single cup—a cup I gallantly brewed for my wife, I might add.