It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
There is sunshine outside my window today. There is a cold wind. It rattles the window panes. Pretend Kitty curls round as a button in the corner of the sofa on a blanket made of wool. In the distance I can hear the faint sound of a train whistle, a sign that MetroNorth is passing through a nearby station and is on its way to Grand Central.
Today marks first day I am up, out of bed, not running a fever and have a voice. Yippee! I can talk above a whisper, again. Seems the illness that gripped me for more than one week, thanks to modern medicine, is at long last letting go.
Today, I plan to get outdoors.
I have countless errands to run--Big Blue needs gas. *Big Blue is my car.*
Little Red needs to be garaged. *Little Red is my other car.*
Tommy needs a cookie. *Tommy is the horse I adore.*
And, oh, yes, a story for children needs writing. *I am on deadline.*
This past week, I was ill, and nothing got done. So, today, is a good day.
I plan to celebrate my good fortune.
Perhaps a ticket to Manhattan to visit a museum, shop for that special Christmas tree ornament for H and Z, or make a new friend.
See you in print,
Linda Della Donna
"Come journal with me, your book is yet to be."
Writing on deadline can be stressful. Be sure to reward yourself. When you get a little writing done, do something special, especially for you.
It is a good thing...to read books of quotations...The quotations, when engraved upon memory, give you good thoughts. They also make you anxious to read the authors and look for more.--Wiinston Churchill