I’ve been meaning to move the land line from my nightstand to the guest room. I was reminded of that task this morning when someone in California called and woke me up. It was clearly a wrong number since the only people in California who would intentionally call me know that a) I don’t answer the telephone and b) I’d be sleeping and really pissed at being woken up.
I have a tough time getting back to sleep, particularly after I’ve gotten a few hours of pillow time. This morning was no exception and I lay there with my mind running from one topic to the next.
I need to get back to writing flash fiction. But maybe I should blow the dust off the NaNoWriMo project from 2014. Oh, and there’s that potential business that I’ve been kicking around with a couple of people. Also, holy crap, we’ve lived in this house for nearly eleven months and still don’t have the painting in the bedrooms done or the floors finished or any pictures or art on the walls. Abby and TJ have a nice snoring harmony going. I hope Micah isn’t so nervous about his first day at a new school that he’s unable to sleep tonight. How many minutes does he get with his new phone? I’ve got to make that pot roast today before the beef goes bad. And on and on it went until I’d had enough and got up at 5:30 and opened up the novel from 2014. By 6:30 I was overwhelmed by the amount of work it would take and shut it all down.
Maybe the next flash fic I write will deal with wrong numbers.