It’s been an insane month, with even more to come this week. Deadlines, appointments, demands. Everybody wanting something. Inadequate rest, especially on the nights I’m staying over at Mom’s because one of her overnight caregivers is taking a three-week vacation. (Seriously? Who gets three weeks off?) This weekend has literally been the first since June that I haven’t worked at my day job (although I probably should have, because I have two projects due this week that I haven’t begun, in addition to medical appointments, a client appointment, treks to the post office and the bank, Bible study, a friend’s book event, and I think there’s something else I can’t recall right now).

Yesterday was a book event in Old Wethersfield, Connecticut, which in my opinion should be named the Most Bookish Town in Connecticut. These people don’t just browse—they come to buy. I toted the same bins of books to this event that I’d taken to two prior events and hauled home again with barely a book sold. This time, I not only sold out of State v. Claus, but I took orders for four copies (which explains tomorrow’s trek to the post office). The event ended at 3:00 (an excellent ending time in my opinion, since it allows for breaking down my tent and display, loading the car, getting home, and doing it all before it’s time to feed the cats their dinner). But as it turned out, I was so exhausted last evening that instead of swimming, I lounged on the porch with a glass of ice water until I had the energy to move inside and stretch out on the sofa.

No matter, I told myself. Sunday is coming.