Waiting for the Other Shoe . . .
So two days ago, in a fit of utter stupidity, I deleted Voodoo Pad and all its files. Thousands of files, no exaggeration. All of the world building I’d done for the fairy tale books, all of the notes and pieces of the writing book, and half a dozen other projects I’d organized in there. No, I hadn’t backed it up. Because I’m STUPID, that’s why.
Then Lani wrote today and said Milton has injured his back–dachshunds do that–so she’s been schlepping him to the vet–and thank you very much, Lani–but now he has to be crated and subdued forever so he doesn’t cripple himself. Since Milton is a canine ping pong ball, this is going to be difficult for him, so he’s the puppy I’ll bring back with me in three weeks, poor little guy. He’s going to hate being crated, but he’s going to love all the attention he gets as the Only Puppy in the House.
So now I’m sitting here waiting for the Third Thing. Bad news always comes in threes.
Tick. Tick. Tick . . .