Here at LivingSmall we just flat-out ran out of gas last week.
A friend was killed in a wreck last Monday night — a heartbreaking event. So it’s been a week of phone calls and organizing the funeral (tomorrow) and I’ve got several batches of cupcakes to bake this afternoon.Yellow cupcakes with chocolate frosting — in yellow-and-purple polka-dotted cupcake papers, and sprinkled with the brightest, multi-colored sugar hearts I found at Fancy Flours. I was in the bathtub the other day when I heard very clearly from the other side that someone wanted cupcakes. Linnea was a great big athletic woman, she was loud, and funny and loved bright colors. She had a heart as big as the state. She’s going to be missed. So no matter how mad I am at her for getting in that car, I’ll bake some cupcakes for her funeral.
But even before that phone call I was planning to take a couple of days off. I sort of hate to take vacation days when I don’t have a trip planned, but I was absolutely burned out. I took Friday off, and I’ve got today and tomorrow and it wasn’t until this morning that I even felt I could begin to think about writing anything. It’s been a long winter, and my job at the Big Corporation has been really intense. Not bad, just unrelentingly busy. And I’ve recast my book project yet again — as a novel — back to writing fiction. It’s been a great switch, and I had been having a great time writing it in the early mornings before work, but since I went to California a couple of weeks ago I just haven’t been able to get back in the saddle again.
Sometimes you just need to take a couple of days off, dink around the house, putter in the garden, read a novel or two, and just recharge the batteries. The sun has come out and although I wish this break was longer, after a couple of days, I’m starting to feel my energy come back.